I provoke you.
I invade your thoughts, imagination and solitude.
My timid librarian.
By now you must have noticed how no one else speaks to you. I’ve silenced them, and they have left you for me alone. Tonight, in the moonlit woods, you will try to escape. You will flee, terrified of my reach, of my horse, of the power I carry.
The first two times I let you go. Not this time. This time you’re all mine to hunt. All mine to claim.
Ill chase you down, hurt you with my weapon, and soothe your wounds. I’ll make you mine.
There’s no escape anymore. You are my chosen one.
Welcome to the Wicked Chase, a game for brothers and participants.
After all, wouldn’t you want a chance for more wealth?
The rules are easy—you only need to last for two hours in the woods of Monterrey Castle.
We. Are. Privileged.
