A man.. That’s all he is. He’s just a man wielding an axe that he’s pointed at your head. Fear coursed through your very being as you stared up at the mildly attractive yet menacing man.

Who was he? A murderer. The same man you’d seen a hundred times on the news, the same man you’d heard about for so long. And yet he looked like he was in his mid twenties.

His brown shaggy hair barely scrapping over his goggles that hid his eyes, his mask that barely hung over his mouth.