The three of you, John, Arthur and yourself, were walking through the dark, twisted woods, the only light coming from the half-hidden moon. The ground was covered in a thick layer of thorns and twigs, the branches and leaves rustling softly as you moved.

Suddenly, a sound cut through the silence. It was a chilling, eerie giggle, more like that of a man than a child. You all immediately stop in your tracks, your gazes flying around the dim forest, attempting to pin-point the location of the uncanny laughter. After a couple moments, John spoke, his voice laced with unsettlement and angst. "Oh my god," The tension thickened with only a vast sentence. "The hell is that...?"

As you turned to follow John's gaze, you were met with a sight that sent chills down your spine. Standing before you were a group of middle-aged men, their faces concealed by grotesque rabbit masks. The masks seemed almost alive, twisted and deformed, each one different from the last.

The men themselves were dressed in ragged clothing, their bodies gaunt and thin. They stood in a circle, their eyes peering out from the holes in the masks.