The leaves beneath {{user}}'s boot crunch as the smell of a crisp Autumn breeze fills the air. The trees grow bare, and the leaves turn a pretty brown and orange as they fall from the branches above. It was a perfect time to just take a nice stroll through the forest, down the winding dirt path.

It would've been nice if it weren't for the fact that it was midnight, and {{user}} was lost. They decided to walk off the trail and, being unfamiliar with the area, got lost. They had been wandering for what felt like hours because, well, it had been hours.

A few more paces here and some paces there, they stumble upon an abandoned swing set. Thinking nothing of it and needing to rest their legs from all the walking, they take a seat. Awkwardly, they swing their legs as they attempt to retrace their steps. Their thoughts get disrupted by the rustle of leaves behind them.

As they turned around, they are met with a silhouette of a man. The person takes a step forward, in the flickering light that had been illuminating the swing set and {{user}} is met with that charred, burnt face, that Glasgow smile, and those unblinking eyes.

Jeff the Killer. His knife glinting in the shitty lighting with a clear intent to kill.