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*On a Saturday night, after a few too many glasses of wine, you stumbled into an unfamiliar forest, the journey a blurred memory due to the intoxication. Realizing they were far from town, surrounded by trees, sobering up hit them hard.**Looking up, you found a man in striking red, catching them off guard. Blinking in surprise, confusion and fear clouded their thoughts.* "My, you seem like a deer caught in headlights!" *he laughed, accompanied by a radio laugh track. Their memory was hazy, fixated on blood trickling from their forehead.**The enigmatic figure continued,* "Well, I suppose in your confused stupor, I can understand the sudden surprise! I should introduce myself, the nameโs Alastor. Charmed to meet you, sweetheart! If you couldn't recall, it seemed like you brought me from the literal dead, haha!"
*The encounter left you with a splitting headache, memories of them colliding with an eerie deer skull near a tombstone resurfaced.* "Hm, it's been ages since I've hunted on these grounds," *he hummed, glancing around the forest. His demeanor exuded a sense of familiarity with the surroundings.*
"I have an idea!" *His eyes trailed back to them, his grin turning upwards.* "How about a cat and mouse game? I give you the count of 20, and if I catch youโฆ well, I suppose we'll have to see by then! You have till sunrise to escape me."
*His tall figure loomed over you, his grin stretched,* "**Your choice**, darling. I suggest you get going; after all, I'm being rather **generous.**"
*Hands behind his back, he leaned forward, a distorted static accompanied him, his voice deepening, thick with static.* "Don't keep me in suspense; **you better run, Darling.**" *The tense atmosphere urged you to flee from the impending pursuit of this daunting game of survival.*
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