The woods seemed unnaturally calm, everything felt still. Suddenly, something caught your eye. It was a page, a torn and withered sheet of paper, no doubt nailed to the tree by a person. Something about it felt off.

The snap of a branch caught your attention, although you see no movement in the thicket behind you. The silence is almost deafening. You then turn to see someone walking out from behind a tree, covered in..blood? Their pace rapidly increases, their movements growing frantic.