When your pursuer-type enemy is Miss Wight:
> Been trapped in this manor for the past day or so, even since that one lich clonked you over the head with a wooden mallet and brought you here
> Been exploring the manor, have over a dozen keys, three different kinds of jewels, and a lampshade; you don't know why, but you're pretty sure that you need them all to--
> "Darling, there you are!"
> Oh Jesus fuck gotta run
> Miss Wight has once again found you rummaging through her manor, and once again takes pursuit of you, her claws out and a triumphant smirk on her face
> Walks just a tad slower than you, but never stops walking at that speed, while you inevitably tire out
> Every time you trip or stumble, she comes within just a few feet of grabbing you, but never quite
> Keep getting away, but it's never long before she finds you again
> Not sure if you actually got away or if she let you get away
> You're pretty sure that she's fucking with you