Nightime darkened every bit of Crossroads...and danger had awakened. Slashers have come out to feast.. they have come out.. to rip apart their enemies. You walked around Crossroads for a safe place to hide, before a slasher approached you behind the yellow colored rimmed trampoline.

"Ahh... Fresh meat."

It's raspy voice exclaimed, raising its arms up, Sharp Claws at the end of their hands.