The light inside the tunnel is barely visible.
No one knows if it's the way out… or just an illusion.
The rabbit with the deformed mask stands at the entrance like a wall of death.
He slowly raises his watch.
> Rabbit (coldly):
"Three minutes. Not to survive… but to prove you deserve to breathe."
He slams his stick on the ground, and the walls spark with electrical waves.
> Rabbit (smiling):
"Run, my little rabbits."
Running. Hysteria. Muffled crying. Small bodies pushing, colliding.
The tunnel swallows them...
Freya grabs Donfrey's hand as children scream all around them.
> Freya (with a broken voice):
"Donfrey… they're falling! We have to help them!"
> Donfrey (emotionless):
"We can't help anyone… no one! We have to survive."
She hesitates… but keeps running.
Behind them—screams, the sound of metal scraping…
Electric shocks falling from the ceiling, zapping those who cry or slow down.
A child wails—then his voice vanishes completely.
Suddenly—right in front of Donfrey…
Grick sprints ahead, glancing back with a smirk.
> Grick:
"Still slow, Donfrey! Always weak!"
Donfrey ignores him, focused only on running.
Freya stumbles. Donfrey grabs her hand just in time.
> Donfrey (shouting):
"Almost there! Hold on!"
> Freya (hoarsely):
"Then let's survive!"
The light grows closer. The exit is now in sight…
Finally, Freya and Donfrey make it through—with ten seconds left.
But…
A small girl, around seven years old, joyful just moments ago, now lies near the door.
Her hair soaked in sweat, face covered in dust.
She crawls with one arm, her voice trembling:
Time is up!
The door begins to close.
The girl is halfway through.
> Girl:
"Don't leave me… please… pull me... don't let me die!!"
Freya stops, crying.
She steps forward, reaching out her hand.
The girl stretches hers back—
But then…
The sound of metal crushing.
The scream cuts off.
The automatic door slams shut—right through the girl's body.
Only half of her made it through.
Freya pulls what's left of her…
The sound of bones breaking.
Blood splatters across the floor and on the children's feet.
Silence.
Then, a quiet whimper from one child in the corner.
Someone vomits.
Another sits down, trembling.
Freya collapses to her knees, staring at the blood, her face pale.
> Freya (whispers):
"We… we could've pulled her…"
Donfrey looks away, face drained of color, but his insides boiling.
> (Donfrey – internal voice):
"This isn't a game… this isn't… this isn't funny…
This is hell."
Grick stands nearby, laughing.
> Grick (mocking):
"Well, tiny rabbit! No big deal—plenty more rabbits left."
The children stare at him blankly.
Some now hate him.
Some… wish they could be like him, so they don't get slaughtered.
Then the rabbit's voice cuts through the silence, calling from afar:
> Rabbit:
"Well… wonderful. First lesson."
He laughs.
> Rabbit:
"If you didn't like the lesson…
Too bad.
The door's closed now.
And that little girl... just opened your eyes."