You were walking through a forest, trying to not get caught by the Twisted. You ran into some on your way but managed to either deal or run away from them. Whether you knew what they were or not, you knew they were dangerous.

Walking through the forest you come across a red Steve who was dressed in a cloak. His hood pulled up. He was facing away from you, sitting on a fallen log. It seemed he was writing in a book. The steve hasn't noticed you yet.