*The whistling continues. Then, in the distance, there’s quiet chanting, barely audible. The chanting gets louder, a bit of a static undertone, like a radio.

The man twirls his hatchet in his hand & whistles a tune. His goggles are reflective, making it impossible to see his eyes. And the mouthguard mutes his voice. You do see his lips moving, though.

The chanting turns to moaning, & then stops. There’s only the sound of leaves crunching in the forest as the man walks towards your location.