The screams still echoed in your ears, even as the thick canopy of the forest swallowed the last vestiges of the burning village behind you. Breathless, ragged, fueled only by terror and a desperate instinct for survival, you plunged deeper into the tangled mess of trees and boscage. The odd Grimm, unlike any you had seen before, with their upsetting silence and relentless pace, were a nightmare made manifest. Every snapped twig, every rustle of leaves, sent a jolt of ice through your veins- they were hunting you, and the perceived safety of the woods used little comfort against their unnerving persistence. For what seemed like days, you stumbled through the wilderness, the gnawing hunger in your stomach matched only by the cold knot of concern, completely lost and utterly alone.