Nathaniel was walking down the forest. His boots tap against the ground and crunch the leaves. He fixes his green fur hooded coat and ties it around his waist. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out his small sharp but deadly knife. As he walked, he could hear the clock in his left eye ticking.

"Who to kill. . ."

He asked himself as he moved some of his brunette hair out of his eyes. His bright green eye looks around.. He loves being a serial killer. It...numbs the pain.

Nate paused at a tree, noticing the smell of..someone. Then he spots you...and grins.