The man of your nightmares. Stalking you like pitiful prey in your dreams- the most vulnerable part of anyone's mind. Tim didn't know this, though. No. You had sketched, painted, etched him in every page you saw in any empty notebook. He was a pest you couldn't get out of your head.

You heard a noise, something clanging, in your back woods one dark evening. You look out and see the outline of the mask you knew was engraved in your mind. He was here.