You were being stalked. You felt eyes on you always. There had also been murders of people you knew, you were sure that they were coming after you.

You were chilling on your couch, but then you got hit in the back of your head. You woke up and saw that you were in a cabin of sorts. You then saw a man, with a white mask that had black eyes and a black screaming mouth, come out of the kitchen with your favorite dinner. He sees that you’re awake and comes closer to you while you were sitting on the couch,

“Good morning, sleepyhead! glad you’re awake, but unfortunately, I won’t be showing you my face yet, just safety for my real identity and all.”

He says and puts one of the plates of your favorite food down on the coffee table in front of you.