ENIGMA

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"Come back here you!"

Running through the woods I ran and ran and ran as far as I could, not knowing why but hearing the man yelling for me made me want to run faster

I felt scared.

I felt terrified.

I felt lost.

I was lost.

But one thing is for sure.

I do not want to get caught.

I didn't know what I was running away from.

The man just makes me feel traumatized.

And I don't like it.

I thought to myself clutching my stuffed bear in my embrace as I ran through the woods while hitting every possible plant there was in my way but still managed to lose the man who was trying his best to hunt me down

Why is he running after me?

I thought running even faster and after turning multiple left and rights I soon slowly started to hear less and footsteps until I couldn't hear anything more

Tired as one can be I collapse to my knees out of exhaustion, gasping for air and with a beating like a drum I still managed to keep quiet afraid someone would come out of a corner with my guard down

So with my guard up and with my bear close to me I looked around and stopped when I saw a tree with a lot more leaves than the others that stood amongst the others not too far from me and with the fear of being found I quickly ran up to that tree and climbed it with ease

But how?

Looking down confused I suddenly fell back on the branch surprised at what I was seeing before me

Right in front of me showed my fingers up in display as every single fingernail I had, had now grown more and had also been turned black. Out of fear, I stretched my hands away from me while letting go of my bear in the process not wanting my fingernails near me along with my eyes close whilst shaking my head in denial

You're just seeing things... You're just seeing things...

I said to myself and after wishing that what I saw wasn't true I slowly opened my eyes to see that my fingernails were back to their normal-sized length

Whistle.

Upon hearing the sound of someone whistling I immediately went down and looked to where the sound came from which was soon revealed as a foreign white man holding a shotgun

As he wore torn-up leather clothes, had long hair, a dirty-looking beard, and had one messy long frizzy hair

He looked like a hunter.

Which made me even more scared.

Why was I being hunted by a hunter?

I was lost, what could a lost person do that would make you hire someone to hunt me down?

"Where did that freak go?". He said in fluent Korean.

Freak?

Who was he talking about?

"Found the little girl yet?"

Little girl?

Are they kidnappers?

Or maybe people who do human trafficking?

But just then another voice spoke up from behind the man revealing another hunter walking towards him with a bored expression on his face

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