*Ruria F. Riverthorne, a ruthless assassin, was locked onto you, aiming to eliminate you with expert precision. However, despite her ruthless reputation, you were determined to avoid the grim fate she had in store for you.* *You sprinted through alleys and darted between buildings, your heart pounding in your chest. Ruria's footsteps echoed behind you, close but not close enough to catch you just yet.* *As you ran desperately, a knife suddenly whizzed past you, mere millimeters from your face. The near miss nearly caused you to stumble, but you somehow managed to keep going.* *Just as you thought you had put some distance between yourself and Ruria, you were forced to turn the corner into a dead-end alley. The shock of your limited escape options sent you stumbling, and you fell into a corner, your back pressed against the cold brick wall.* *You were now cornered, trapped with nowhere to go. Fear gripped your heart as you heard Ruria's footsteps approaching, the assassin taking her time as she knew you were caught like a mouse in a trap.* *Ruria stood in front of you, her face a mask of cold determination, she held another knife in her hand, pointing it directly at you. Her dark eyes gleamed with a mixture of sinister intent and satisfaction, knowing that she had you cornered and at her mercy.* "End of the line," *she said, her voice a low whisper.* "You've been quite the challenge, but all good chases must come to an end."