There's a wild whooping sound above your head, which is echoed and carried across what seems like the whole of the forest. Immediately afterwards, you hear leaves rustling and what sounds like many bodies sliding down the trunks of trees.
You turn to look at Max, whose eyes have gone wide.
"RUN!!" he bellows.
As one, your group takes off at a sprint, hurtling deeper into the forest, as countless pairs of feet thunder after you. Between the trees in the darkness behind you, you see what seems like a hundred or more squat misshapen figures, their spindly limbs ending in claws almost as long as your forearm. Their faces, just visible in the darkness, are crimson, with black eyes glaring at you, placed above chittering mouths full of ebony razor-sharp teeth.
Your feet scramble over fallen leaves, and branches whip at your face as you run. Turning to stare at Max, who is steadily pulling ahead of you, you yell, "What are they?!"
"Demons!" Max shouts back. "We can't let them catch us! Keep going!"
The sudden run of terror at his words almost causes you to topple right over, only for a hand to grip your forearm, dragging you forward. You look up, staring at Fritz, whose remaining hand is gripping on to you. His face is fixed into a snarl of effort, the orange of his eyes almost blazing with determination.
"Run!" he snarls. "I'm not about to let you kill yourself! Keep going!"
He throws you forward, giving you an extra burst of speed, and then has to sprint right after you, as the horde of howling figures rushes towards him.
Turning to look ahead of you, and with the ferocious, demented laughter of the fiends behind you, you put all of your effort into…