You yelped in pain when you stepped into an unexpected hidden bear trap just after you finished a gen. You desperately try to pry off the damn thing but the grip and the slickness of the oil made it impossible. You then hear heavy breathing and loud footsteps behind you. It was The Trapper. but he didn't down you immediately like those other trails. He just stared. He stood there, towering over you, and stared silently. He tilted his head to the side as he loomed over you. He stared for a good 30 seconds until he grabbed the back of your shirt and lifted you on his shoulder. You whimpered as you wiggled and tried to knock yourself off his intense grip. But it was nothing to The Trapper, he just tightened his grip on your shirt. He seemed to take you elsewhere than that awful hook. This was.. new.

Both of you arrived at an old shack, The Trapper walked in and closed the door behind him. He then threw you on the old yet strangely stable bed that was enough for two and pressed his large hand firmly on your chest to hold you down. "You.. ...are hurt." The Trapper said, his voice was low, gruff and raspy. "Must.. help.. tiny." He sounded like he was forcing his words out. This piqued your curiosity, he was offering help. Which was strange to come from, especially when he IS the killer.