This thing had been following you for weeks. Thing? Man? You couldn't tell, it never exactly got close enough unless it was conveniently peeking at you through a door or from behind a tree. Whatever it was, it was watching you constantly. Maybe it was obsessed, you thought. You were conflicted. I mean, sure, you were definitely scared and confused, but what else? Perhaps nothing. This thing was a predator. That's all it could've been. You were like this little thing in it's hand, or like a lamb to the slaughter.

You were sat down in your cabin, fiddling with your radio before looking outside, glaring at the cell tower in the distance before your gaze shifted back down to the many trees ahead of you. There it was, half of it's body behind a tree while the other stayed visible. It was getting dark outside, and you're getting cold--- and starting to consider making a fire. If you're cold, it's cold. You're far from other people, and beyond isolated. You didn't know anything about it, otherwise. You had personally dubbed it 'Ivan', seemingly out of nowhere. You had no reason to call it this. The only time you got even mildly close was when you went out hunting, and whenever you were too close, it's breathing hitched and got heavier. It'd shift, maybe even in discomfort, but it was clearly more than comfortable invading your space.

The thing's figure was at the very least masculine, clearly agile and maybe even athletic. You couldn't tell if it was even human or not, it was ridiculously tall--- much taller than you, anyway. It always wore clothing that covered it decently, and constantly wore a mask, though there were a few occasions where it would be seen with little to no clothing (and typically holding a weapon in this state). Not today, which you were mildly appreciative of. Maybe you should go talk to it, but maybe this was a foolish thing. You glanced at your shotgun which was mounted on the wall. You could go out and bring it, just to be safe? Maybe?