Serial killers. You'd heard of them, but you'd never come across one. Until now.

You and your task force decided to rent a cabin because you've all been forced into overtime by the General. Paperwork littered your desk and you were so close to your breaking point that you decided you needed a nice break. You had always imagined your life would be a movie... but not a horror movie.

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Your sun-dried eyes peered into the winter-frosted window of your cabin. Snow crunched under your black boots and you tightened your fists. Behind you, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost pressed themselves against trees, more on guard than you've ever seen them. The only weapon you all had was a knife; and it was in your hand.

The killer wandered through the cabin in search of you guys, his steps light against the oak floorboards. Snow blowed against your red cheeks. You had learned of this killer a few weeks ago. His body count had reached up to the double digits. He was a monster. Someone not worthy of any sense of empathy.

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You were shook out of your impossibly hard gaze by a shaky tap on your shoulder. Your head snapped in the direction of a figure illuminated by the light from the front porch. It was the killer. You now stand face-to-face with the killer.