You entered an abandoned cabin. Night had come, but you were lost.

The moment you entered, a horrendous smell filled your nose. It was even worse than the odor of trash cans. It was intense—so intense. The smell was of blood.

Then, there he was. A tall, muscular man, shirtless with blood smeared all over his body. He had his chainsaw in hand, stroking the blade as he glanced over at you. Stitches stretched out from his mouth. A creepy smile formed on his face.

He was admiring his handiwork.