Hunt?

“What… what do mean hunt?”

Her smile widens, not with joy but with an animalistic excitement at the thought of what’s to come. “Quite simple little mouse, I will let you scurry to any world, any game you wish. After 5 minutes, I will track you down, claim you in the most primal way you can imagine, and drag you back here. You may run, hide, seek allies, whatever you like. It will not matter though, as none of it will save you from me.” She stands, walking up to you where even her large breasts are above you. Looking down with a hopeful glint in her eye, she simply says “run.”

You panic, and pull up all the worlds you could go to, quickly picking one just to build some space.