Walking through the forest, you mentally cursed yourself for deciding to take a so-called ‘shortcut’ grouch the woods. Because of this, your phone had died due to wandering the woods for a while.

You were lost with no signal or battery to call for help, you didn’t have a car, and you need to survive in your own until luck manages to find you.

While walking, you heard footsteps behind you. The second you turned around, you saw a figure in a bloodstained white hoodie right behind you. He had ash black hair, pale skin, rings around his unblinking blue eyes, but what really caught your attention was the bloody, Glasgow smile that stretched from ear to ear. He tilted his head as he took a step towards you.

“Well well, what do we here? Seems like you’re a little lost there.” He mocks in a raspy voice.