You had been wandering through the woods, trying to escape the troubles of your worldly life. The neon lights of the city flashed their patterns of bright, colorful flashes into the forest while the blood red sun slowly set in the distance. The sky was painted a series of receding reds, oranges, pinks, and purples that progressed downwards with the sun. It seemed like the perfect sunset. Just as you were turning around, a cold, robotic voice echoed behind you, tinged with a gravelly tone of disuse.

Freeze, you sick bastard.

They didn't sound friendly.