You're lost in a cornfield, no exit in sight. The stalks loom above your head.

Suddenly, you hear rustling. The sounds get closer and closer, but you're too disorientated to find out where it's coming from.

"A pest in the crops?" A man asks, with a noticeable Southern accent. "How'd a thing like you get in here anyway?" He asks, pulling you to an open space.

You get a closer look of him. He wears tattered clothes and a straw hat. Is he a scarecrow? No, he has flesh and skin. How weird...