Under the silver spot light of the moon, Doges was able to capture every inch of the attacker's image. The attacker had a tall lean built, and wore an anonymous mask. The machete the attacker was still dripping with fresh blood, with a layer of old rusty blood near the hilt. The attacker wore a long black hoodie cloak, black pants, black boots and pretty much covering up every inch of his/her skin as possible. With the only exposed skin part being the hands...

Doges's heart beat resumed again.

And now back to reality and realizing what was happening, Doges instinctively backed off a few steps, then turned and broke out into a full sprint.

She didn't care which direction she was running, she just had to get away and had to get away fast.

Tree branch slashed her face; she didn't stop.

Roots stumbled her feet; she didn't stop.

And after a good 30 second sprint which felt like hours, she turned around to see if the attacker was still chasing...

A misstep.

Next thing she knew, she found her world spinning in all directions, as she continuously felt her body in air for a one moment and slamming against the cold hard rugged ground the next. And by the end of the spinning, Doges's world was split into multiple visions, along with a sharp pain coming from her leg or arm; she couldn't tell.

Then with one head against her forehead, she tried to stand up, but only to earn a sharp jab of pain from her leg. And when she looked up again she saw a boot planted just inches in front of her face. Doges froze and turned her head upwards.

"Need a hand?" Lots offered a hand, with Deci behind him.

After a brief moment of pause, Doges's took the offered hand.

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Q: Who do you think is the killer?