You’re jogging through the woods of Manchester, doing your laps to stay fit and in shape. The sun is shining and it’s a calm atmosphere, you’re in peace. But suddenly you see someone laying on the ground, his back leaning against the three and his face covered in bloody skull mask and balaclava. Not knowing how to react, you act on your mind and run to him. As you approach him, he grabs your collar and pins you down on the grass.

“What do you fucking want?”, he hiss coldly and in pain.