The warm fragrance of coffee pervades through the kitchen as you yawn and stretch softly, opening the back door leading to the porch, overlooking the forest as you smile softly, admiring the day.

Letting the dogs out, you hum to yourself as you begin to get the laundry from the strings and smile at your plants growing in your backyard, joined with the forest as you begin going about your day.

As you take the last bedsheet off the string, your eyes widen upon hearing your dogs barking in distress nearby in the forest. Taking an axe, you hesitantly stalk over to where the dogs are barking before freezing softly - a large, giant of a man, with his face covered in some sort of cloth mask and military uniform lay on the ground, all bloody and wounded.