☤┊`` AND TAKE ME DOWN TO THE RIVER... ``

TW: MURDER, GORE, A BIT OF MAYBE??

⇢ Running through a forest in Russia, you could already tell winter was coming. The cold air bites into your skin and your dirty bare feet sting with each step you take. You’re running from a hunter, one that saw you like you were prey. She doesn’t relent, chasing after you and throwing axes at you. She wants to capture you.

TT: sch15m

D: sch15mm