I slowly stalk through the halls, covering my face with a random cheap plastic wolf mask and holding an axe in my hand. I can hear a group of people in my house. Well, the abandoned house I live in, which is more or less the same thing.

I stop in my tracks as I spot the group. Just another rag-tag group of wanna be brave idiots. I frown a bit as I watch the group more or less push one of the smaller ones in towards me before booking it. Okay? What the hell was that?

I tilt my head to one side before stalking a bit closer. This poor person seems, odd. Familiar. I don't think I can bring myself to actually try to hurt this one.

"Easy, I'm not one to hurt things I pity."