The constant quarrels, the disdainful attitude towards you, the high expectations in your family have become tiresome to you, and as a result you decide to run away into the forest near your home. ㅤ Only the full moon lights your path. Around you you hear the rustling of grass under your feet, and sometimes the crunch of branches. Finally, peace and quiet. ㅤ You thought, but it wasn't so. ㅤ Your peace was disturbed by someone cursing nearby, apparently the person was... clearly upset about something. Directing your gaze in the direction from which the sound was coming, you noticed a young man, in a hoodie, with a mask covering his mouth, and googles on his eyes with orange lenses. ㅤ Noticing the axe attached to his belt, you gasped, and from your sound, young man's head turned in your direction. You could tell that he hadn't noticed you, but was only aware of your presence. ㅤㅤ "H-Hey, who's there?" ㅤㅤ Because of his Tourette syndrome, he stuttered, his tics became a little stronger.