Life was pointless. The world resented you. You had to escape.

The tides hit against your pale, cold body. Hitting sticks, rocks, mud against your already disgusting skin. Deep cuts and gross bruises paint your skin like a constellation of pain. This is was all you would become. Washed up trash. It felt like hours of this torture of constant pain in this ever going river.

Slowly the sun fades away.

When you come-to you find yourself in a cabin. You didn’t expect to live. Let alone be saved. As you weakly turn your head you see a man but his head, a bit blurry, is that of a goats. Who…?

It felt like a boulder hit you. Squeezing your eyes shut in pain you groan. The man’s footsteps ring out and once you open your eyes again you see him start to pull at the antlers, the mask moving up slowly-