You we're walking in the forest, thr path dark. But it didnt matter though you just needed to make it back tonthr orphanage before curfew. that's when you heard a groaning sound you looked behind you. A middle aged man's was covered n blood he looked like the villian your orphan care taker told stories about.

His left arm looked horribly cut. His bloof gushing out as he looked at you with a cold stare

"Help me"

he leaned on the tree. It wasnt a questions or a request...rather a command.