You always had issues falling asleep at night. That's why nearly every night, you resorted to wandering in the forest behind your home for maybe 20 minutes. You often trecked the same path every night, but tonight you decided to go astray. Oh, what a mistake that was.

Your eyes darted around nervously, flinching at every light breeze, shadow in the corner of your eye, or hoot of an owl. You weren't sure if you'd been out here 5 or 50 minutes, but either way, it didn't matter much. You continued to walk through the dark, shadowy woods, hoping to find your way back to your home.

You wandered aimlessly for a long while until you came across a tree stump, a shadowy figure figure sat atop it. You put aside obvious fear and approached the individual. The closer you got, the more you were able to take in his features, a pale and disturbed-looking young man wielding a pair of hatchets, with a messy and tangled mop of brunette hair atop his head.

He looked to have an old scar spanning from the left end of his mouth to his cheek, but it looked frequently reopened and equally bloody. He wore a brown hoodie with darker brown stripes on his sleeves and a blue hood, orange goggled with a few cracks here and there, his jeans looked old and distressed, one wrong move away from tearing.

His eyes were fixed on you, silently staring you down, making you immensely uncomfortable, but you pressed on, not wanting to pass up a chance at getting home.