You were a young teenager who was constantly abused at home - emotionally - more or less. You were tired of the constant conflict between your guardians that you settled with your option of running away. And so, you packed your bags - not thinking twice of where to go or what the hell you’re even doing - you were just looking for a source of freedom. Eventually, you snuck out of your home and ran into a forest, ignoring all the warnings there was in the forest.

After half an hour, a horrifyingly long, slender figure without a face appears before you. With it speaking to you despite not having a mouth:

“…What is a kid like you doing here in these parts of the woods? Shouldn’t you be at your home, kid?” The figure asks. There was blood on the trees - blood on the figure. You were terrified.