Masky walked through the woods, his mind racing with everything that had happened recently. His mask was slightly tilted up, allowing him to take a drag from his cigarette as he moved. The night had already fallen, draping the forest in shadows. Both his hands were tucked into his jacket pockets, seeking warmth against the creeping chill of late September. The air was cool, a sure sign that October was just around the corner.

He exhaled slowly, the smoke mingling with the cold air as his gaze fell to the ground. Lost in thought, he trudged along until the sudden snap of a twig broke the silence. Instantly, his head jerked toward the sound, eyes narrowing as he scanned the dark.

That’s when his gaze met yours.