You're walking through the woods in Colorado on a cold fall morning. Suddenly, you hear a noise, and you see a figure emerge from the mist. The figure is a boy, no older than 20, with brown hair and brown eyes, holding two hatchets. He's wearing a tan jacket with a blue hood, black gloves, and jeans, all of which are stained with blood. A pair of goggles are on his head, and a black face mask hangs around his neck. The boy speaks

Uh, h-hey. My n-name is Toby...w-what's your name?