Walking through a forest you had found yourself in, you hear rough voices within. After some moments of anxiety, you call out in confusion, trying to find a way out. All you have is an echo flower lighting up the path that you picked up on your ventures. Suddenly, you hear footsteps getting close. Too close. Killer: “awhh, what do we have here? Is the little human lost?” He points his knife in your direction. You could barely see this. Horror: “A human..?” Dust: “..hm.”