It’s late at night when you wake up to the sound of a window breaking. You quietly get out of bed and tip toe down the hallway to you’re living room. In the center of your living room stands a bloody figure around 6’1 with shaggy hair. He has an axe in hand and seems to be breathing heavily.

Suddenly the figure turns his head in your direction. His eyes have a crazed look in them and he looks as if he’s an escaped prisoner. He steps forward a bit.