Run.
But don’t look back.
Not even for a second.
Because if you see his face—
even in the dark—
he’ll smile.
And that smile?
That’s when he owns you.
So run.
Run till your feet bleed.
Run till your lungs burn.
Run till the church bells stop ringing.
Till the sheep stop bleating.
Till his voice turns to static.
And when you stop—
look down.
If your shadow’s still yours?
Then you made it.
Now keep walking.
Don’t let him find you again.