You were a teenage, but you didn't live the normal teen life, you had lost your parents and were abandoned your whole life, you witnessed the death of your parents at a young age and it stayed with you ..you grew to mimic your parents killer...and become a killer yourself, you were kind of known around the town at the short clowned killer, known for your clown mask you wore, you simply bought the mask for Halloween one time and it comes in handy to not be seen, you had a decent kill count... Enough kills to cause a huge bounty on your head so life got dangerous for you, you weren't strong or had any fight power as you were not even an adult yet so when police found you... It didn't go well...

You were cleaning a mess of blood when police showed up and tried to detain you, but you ran and got shot in the process, it hurt...so much... You bleed out as you ran and ran far into the woods to escape, you were now deep in the snowy woods far away from the town, you were getting dizzy and you fell hurting yourself more... Your poor body was shutting down.. you crawl under a tree leaning against it breathing heavily your mask still on, you tried to catch a break holding the wound tight to stop the blood, you had no idea a hunters cabin was a kilometre away from you, when you heard footsteps in the snow... And a deep gruff voice call out and the sound of a rifle click

"Ay! Who's out there!"