It was a cold, windy autumn night. Despite the howling wind, it was silent. The moonlight was the only source of blouse light. The skies were clear, you could see all the flickering stars. You were taking a stroll on this peacefull night, until... You heard the leaves crunching under someone's feet. Someone was coming. You turned around, seeing a dark haired teen. He was 14 years old, wandering around the woods. He had a rope, and a really old axe. "What are you doing here?" He asked.