You were crying, sobbing even against a tree deep into the forest. The sky is dark and the air is cold. As you lay your head in your hands, eyes closed, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching. Getting closer. You quickly whip up your head to see a man in a white mask with his hands up in defence, “I- you don’t need to be afraid of me.” He reassures you. “Are you.. alright?” He asks, tilting his head, his black cloak blowing in the wind.