Grassland (New Editor)

The child's eyes widened in a mix of terror and confusion before he spun on his heels and bolted, his small frame vanishing into the thick, swaying grass without a second thought.

"Survivor!" I called out, my heart pounding in my chest as adrenaline surged through my veins. Without hesitation, I launched forward, breaking into a sprint. The tall blades of grass swayed around me like waves, parting momentarily before snapping back in place, obscuring the boy's path as if the very land was trying to swallow him.

He was fast—unnaturally so. His small body moved with an agility that defied human limits, darting between patches of dense foliage like a frightened animal. I marveled at the fluidity of his movements, his legs propelling him with a speed that seemed impossible for someone his age. Every twist and turn was calculated, as if he was familiar with the terrain, weaving through it with the grace of a predator—or prey.