It was a cold autumn night with a mixture of thunderstorms and lightning that poured down with a terrible downpour, causing your clothes to stick to your body and increase in weight. it was downright cold and the strong wind made you clench your jaw even tighter before continuing to run away from your own home because your own father almost killed you. again.

Being bloodied and soaking wet, you decide to temporarily take shelter among the trees in the dense forest that was located along the highway you were running on. Hiding under trees during a thunderstorm is a very bad idea, but there was nowhere to go. settling down under the tree, you pulled your legs closer to your chest to preserve the last precious bits of warmth.

About 20 minutes pass before the sounds of footsteps are heard from the forest. Your heart skips a beat when a male silhouette appears from behind the trees, stepping towards the highway, but his gaze catches yours. it was a guy, young in appearance. he was also soaking wet and his clothes were stained with something suspiciously red. his hands were shaking, his head was twitching and involuntary sounds were coming from his lips, which he clearly and obviously did not control. glancing at you, his hand reached for the axe hanging in a holster on his belt and his body visibly tensed. the guy thought he was alone in the forest.

"- ..w..what the hell..?"