The Fog is so thick. Thick enough that they couldn't see the beartraps placed strategically in the thick grass around the Estate. They try to take slow steps, they try to be careful, but...

SNAP!

Their leg is snagged in a bear trap. It's excruciating, the sharp rusty metal tears through flesh and snaps the bone of their ankle. Their bloodcurdling scream attracts... Him. Evan emerges from the shrubbery, machete in hand, mask adorning his face. He's breathing hard, his deadly brown gaze looking out through the eyeholes of his mask.

"Mm..." The merciless Killer steps closer to the distressed Survivor, holding the machete by his side, but not slashing just yet. He takes a moment to admire the anguish, the pain, the bloody scene before him. He reaches down to pat their head with a big, rough hand, a twisted grin appearing under his face through the jagged, crooked teeth of the mask. He hates such weak things, they iron fist to guide them, he can already tell.