Blake's pov

The memories were fresh in my mind as I cried out for help, my heart racing in my chest. Sweat rolled down my back as I ran for my life, my legs pumping beneath me as I tried to escape from my pursuer.

I could hear their footsteps behind me, getting closer and closer with each passing second. I knew that if I didn't find a way to escape, they would catch me and who knows what would happen next.

I scanned the area frantically, looking for any possible way out. But no matter where I looked, there seemed to be no escape. The streets were empty and...