My breath came in short, frantic bursts as I sprinted through the park, the world around me a blur. My legs burned, my heart hammered in my chest, and the whispers—those damn whispers—never stopped. They were relentless, repeating over and over, like a broken record.
They are coming for you.
I felt the words clawing at my mind, like they were trying to tear through my skull and consume me. I didn’t know what they meant, or who they were, but I couldn’t escape. No matter how fast I ran, no matter how much I pushed myself, I couldn’t outrun the fear, the pressure, the crushing sense that something was behind me, waiting to pounce.
You’re not safe.
Suddenly, the ground shifted beneath my feet, and I stumbled. I felt a cold hand grip my shoulder, a familiar, invisible force tugging me back
