You turn the other way searching for an exit. You knock down any piece of furniture on your way in hopes of slowing down your opponent, but in the end, they catch up. You kick and scream in panic. The overwhelming adrenaline coursing through every fiber of your being makes you forget the pain you're in.

They drive the knife next to your face, missing only by an inch. You roll away to avoid the following attack. Sweat and tears drop down your face, making your vision blurry. Your heart feels like it's going to burst. Who is this person? And why do they want you dead? These are the last thoughts flowing in your head before you feel the sharp blade being stabbed in your back.

The sudden sensation makes you quiver. You don't know which is worse, the fear or the agony. Another stab follows, this time even more painful than the previous one. You can't help but cry out, begging for mercy. The air leaves your lungs after the next strike.

Your life flashes before your eyes and suddenly, you remember everything. And what a terrible realization that is. You now remember why you are here, and who's the person attacking you, you wish you could go back in time and change things. But it's now too late.

The final breath leaves your cold body, resting in a puddle of your blood. Your lips twitch. Limbs go stiff, settling into rigor mortis. The last thing you see is your killer and the devastated and frightened look on their face.

Soon everything turns black.