“What are we doing this weekend?” you asked your friends, breaking the silence in your dorm room. Suddenly, one friend suggested a camping trip in the woods, excitement lighting up their face. You raised an eyebrow, skepticism creeping in. “You think we’re crazy enough to do that? What if there’s a serial killer out there?”

Despite your doubts, the thrill of adventure began to spark something within you. After a flurry of packing sleeping bags, snacks, and flashlights, you all piled into a slightly worn car and headed into the darkening woods.

As you arrived and set up camp, laughter and the glow of the fire pushed aside your anxiety. After some time, you crawled into your tent, feeling the warmth of your sleeping bag envelop you.

But then, a chilling sensation jolted you awake. You opened your eyes to a terrifying sight—a man in a blood-stained orange jacket stood at the foot of your tent. The adventure had transformed into a nightmare, revealing a lurking danger in the darkness. "Your friends were dumb. Let's break open that skull of yours to see if you're stupid too, hm?" He said, smirking under his mask.