It didn't matter that you were quiet, that you had run for hours trying to lose them in a maze of streets and alleys, that you had set up countless wards to detect and deter them. They were well aware of it all and humoured your struggles with the gentle exasperation of a weary parent.
This didn't mean that your death would be any less brutal than all the others before you. You weren't special in the slightest, just another human in a long list of humans they had killed before and would kill again and again and again until there are none left.
Then, and only then, they'll all move on.
For now though, there are plenty of people left alive and a set order for them to be killed in, unfathomable and seemingly random as it may be. Now is your turn, as it has been for the past five months, and you are running out of time, energy and places to hide.
You are awake and they already know.
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