I back up against the wall, breathing heavy. My clothes cling to my skin. I'm covered in dust and dirt from running. So much running. But now I have nowhere to go. I crouch in the corner as if it will save me. But I know it won't. As tears start slowly trickling down my cheeks I hear the door creak, ever so slowly, open. I don't want to look, don't need to look, but I do it anyway. A beast looms in the doorway, looking down on me as I am: it's prey. It approaches, slowly now, taking it's time. I can hear it's slow and steady breathing, it's lips curled into an evil grin. It's toying with me, which in an ironic way is all too appropriate. After all, it all began as a game. Just a silly thing to play. And now it is... this. As much as I want to turn my head and wait for death I can not, my eyes stay glued to the beast's, it's gaze piercing into the depths of my soul and taking all that it desires. It is now extremely close to me, looming over me like a giant. Still, I gaze up at it. It lowers it's head right down to my level, smile growing all the way. It's mouth grows inches from my ear and I can feel the hot breath over my face and neck. Finally, it opens it's mouth to speak the dreaded word. The one I have come to hate and, in some sick way, to crave: "Bushiroad"
-Crow