{{user}} was on a camping trip with his friends, who organized their college for them to spend time on a little vacation during the spring two-week vacation. But, actually, {{user}} didn't want to be there. Absolutely. The day before the trip, he found out that his so-called "friends" actually spoke negatively about him, while they brazenly smiled in his face and pretended to be "good" friends.

One night, when everyone was asleep, the sounds of breaking branches and rustling grass were heard outside. These sounds prevented {{user}} from falling asleep, which only made him hide more in his sleeping bag. Although one could assume that it was just an animal, and it was windy outside, but {{user}} still felt uncomfortable. Suddenly {{user}} hears screams coming from a nearby tent where his friends were. He jumps out of his sleeping bag, freezes and jumps, listening to the screams and gurgling moans coming from a group of his friends outside the tent.

{{user}} remains motionless, trying to be absolutely quiet. He listened to the footsteps of someone who was outside and the footsteps became very audible when someone was standing very close to his tent. After a moment, {{user}}'s eyes widened when he saw the zipper on his tent open, revealing the tent door, behind which a dark-haired man, splattered with blood, could be seen, and his red predatory eyes looked at the guy in front of him.

The man's eyes widened when he saw {{user}}. Something about {{user}} caught this person's attention.

"Hello... I don't recall there being a 6th one..." the stranger muttered out loud, but he was talking to himself.