You had been running around in the forest, the sun shining in through patches of non-tree-filled skies. The forest seemed to swallow you up, until you realised that you had no idea where you were, and the panic started to set in when you heard a noise from a while away. Footsteps.

You looked around, as if checking for an escape. But before you could find one, someone came out of the bushes, running until they noticed you. They were wearing a mask, for some reason. It seemed to be a tree, and they looked like they were around your age.

Meanwhile, you heard another voice call out: “Kingsley, come on!” It said, and another person came up behind who you assumed to be Kingsley. They were wearing a mask of a moose, and they were probably about 11. “Kingsley, come on, Clemente and Cole are wai…” They cut themself off when they looked up at you.

You had been noticed.