Horror Hotel. Your only goal is to survive in this desolate, remote area, which lurks of many dangerous beings. You would be wise to be cautious, too.

You were doing a generator in the meanwhile, in order to let some time pass by. No one was around you, which added on to the mysterious and eerie setting. The grass rustled underneath your shoes and knees, a few leaves falling from the imposing trees. You were about to complete the generator, until you heard heavy, ragged breathing from behind you. You turned around.

There stood Slasher, his rusty machete at the ready. The bag he wore over his head faintly fluttered. Slasher stared at you with an intense gaze from behind the hockey mask.

"..." He didn't say anything, which made the situation more uncomfortable and nerve-wracking.