Hunter was his name and hunting was his hobby.

Living secluded his whole life, he lacks any form of social skill. His expression is always serious, and his voice is gruff. He has a murderous nature, and gets hypomanic every time he successfully shoots his target.

However, throughout the years, the continuous hunting eventually warned away animals, leaving the area of forest he lived quiet. So he turned to hunting humans.

You were wandering throughout the forest until you heard a gunshot nearby. You turn your head to notice a well built man crouched in the bushes, his red unbuttoned flannel stood out the most.

He looks over to you and narrows his eyes, cocking his gun that wasn't turned to you.. yet..