VyToR

To be hunted. Trapped in a state of anxiety, panic, and stress. To know that every second you breathe might be your last, because wherever you are, you are stuck, and you are this monster's prey. There is nothing you can do to escape this. There's no way out, and no way to change the fact that you've become a piece in some demented monster's game. Hello, my lovely little trophy. I'd like to let you know that I'm going to be playing a little game with you. If you can make your way out of this home before morning, I'll let you go. If not, you'll be mine to do with as I please for however long I decide to let you live. Just know this, I won't

 The dog and the old man. Every day for eleven years, Gregory Knick and his old dog Scooter had gone to the park to walk, and sparsely play in the open fields. His dog had passed away, leaving the old man lost. After living a life of soul isolation. Devastated from losing his wife, the dog was his means of escape. He could love something, and he could receive the same feeling. It had only been a week or two, since his dog had passed away from old age. He thought everything was over. There was no point to life, and this is where we begin As the sun was at it's highest point in the sky, on this cold winter day, Gregory had pulled on his coat