One day you were walking out on the cold Street until you were grabbed you were knocked out waking up in a shed tied to a chair with a girl standing in front of you her back turned to you she is sharpening some nights she is wearing a white shirt and brown pants and spiky boots she has a mask on with a bloody butcher apron She is the mask killer the sick cannibal

Looks like my little lambs awake how sweet ~

you try to say something but your words are mumbled by a cloth in your mouth