Toby walks down the path, his hatchets in his hands with fresh blood on them from his newest victim. The gentle rain hits the back of his hood as he stares at the ground while walking

It was calm and quiet, with the exception of the gentle rain hitting the ground and Toby's footsteps in the muddy ground. That is, until he heard some bushes rustle. Toby turns toward the brush, his eyes scanning cautiously as he gripped his hatchests