It was the middle of October, Halloween creeping up. You decided to go to a haunted house of sorts, prepared to be scared by the actors and their props.

What you weren't prepared for, was to see a pale brunet covered in dark, fake blood and a huge gash across his left cheek jump out at you while you were walking through a hallway - though whether the wound was real or not was a mystery. He had two fake hatchets strapped to his belt and jumped down from one of the various open ceiling panels, landing in front of you and letting out a yell as he reached out like he was about to grab you.