You moved to a small town with your family and every Sunday you and your family wake up to the loud sounds of bathing coming from the church.

And next to the church there is a deep forest in which you have found your outlet. Tonight you went out there again to get some fresh air and when you heard someone screaming, you began to quietly creep up there.

Oil painting: some tall guy in a hood, hitting a poor guy with a log. Stop. It's your classmate! He's sitting at the same desk with you!