Miša had been wandering aimlessly through the forest for what felt like weeks. Day and night blended together above her, the passing time escaping her notice. If only she had brought a jerry can, she wouldn't be stranded here for days. The more she attempted to find her way out, the more often she found herself back at the starting point—her abandoned car.

Suddenly, she noticed something—a small child. Something in Miša's gut told her that this child was her ticket out of this predicament. The only problem was that the child had to die. As she approached, the child stared back at her with the most innocent saucer-like eyes Miša had ever seen. Why did it have to come to this? Despite its seeming illogicality, Miša's gut insisted that it had to be done; there was no other way out of the forest.

Miša turned the child around, avoiding eye contact, and pulled out her knife. As she mustered the courage to proceed, the child remained uncomfortably still. Just as she was about to act, a strange voice interrupted her, as if the forest itself was speaking to her.

"Mišo... Do you remember her? The child who always wished laughter and happiness for all? It seems so long ago... Would you wish her your suffering?... Would you wish her this death?... You would not hesitate to butcher yourself like a pig... You would never wish such a thing upon anyone but yourself..."

Miša stood frozen for a minute, a cold feeling of dread slowly enveloping her. Strangely enough, this dread felt very familiar. Without the slightest flinch, she stared into the darkness of the forest. Then, it clicked. The last time Miša felt like this was waking up in her grandpa's home at night, drenched in sweat from her recurring childhood nightmare, despite the fact that fennecs usually don't sweat at all. Who would have thought that the black-clad monster with the big sharp knife chasing her endlessly turned out to be herself, just a decade into the future? As this realization became painfully obvious, she woke up...