Gripped by fear, she ran as fast as she could. Fear, the tormentor of souls, slowly seeped into her pores, flowed through her veins, and broke her concentration like shattered glass. The hooded stalker followed her steps as her shadow, emitting a vicious cackle as it leisurely paced along. In desperation, she summoned a fireblast—it went right through its translucent body. Its eyes glared with a terrorizing gaze as its deformed mouth slowly twisted into an evil grin. Amusement spread across its face; it seemed to like this game of cat and mouse. Knowing that none of her spells could work against it, she continued running. "Just run and don't look back," she assured herself quietly, "Just don't look back." She could feel the steps of the figure growing lighter. Did it mean she was outpacing it? Curiosity overtook her body, as her neck, with a life of its own, turned her head around. It was still there, standing and grinning, as if her attempt at escape was beyond futility. She stumbled upon a rock, and she fell onto the ground with a heavy thump. Tears rolling down her cheeks upon the realization of her mortality, she sent a deafening cry into the heavens. The reaper fiend, like the night, enveloped her body and eclipsed her eyes, as she drifted into what seemed like a meaningless eternity. All was lost.