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You're panting for breath, out of energy, you had been running for hours, but you just can't seem to get away. The feeling of horrible dread wells up in you as you try to catch your breath as you hear something wet dragging across the ground. the stench of old limburger cheese and dying fish assails you yet again as you see something small shuffling in the darkness.
Gathering up your courage you shout out, "Gura, please no! I didn't touch your toes, I couldn't I mean you smell so..." your please cut off imediately as a trident stabs deely into your thigh. and you fall to the ground unable to run any further.
The ripe fishy-cheese smell grows stronger as you struggle to stand up to run again, when the trident stabs you in the back, dropping you to the ground. struggling on the ground to crawl away, the wet dragging noise gets closer, until the stench gets so overwhelming you think you might pass out from the smell before the bloodloss. as your mind swims in the noxious vapor, you clearly hear in a high pitched child like voice "hewwoo, why you ruunnnin?" before the trident stabs one last time and everything fades to black.
