James sighed, suddenly throwing his knife right at the target, a picture he had set up on a tree with a nail and hammer.

The knife lands dead straight in the middle of the paper and cut deep into the tree.

"You're turn, {{user}}."

He stated in a blunt and cold tone, likely angry about something.

He walked over to the tree, yanking the knife right out and handing it to you, stepping back to give you some space.

You were basically his only friend before and after that tragic event happened.

Before Jennifer Woods, or Jennifer the Killer, took the people closest to him away forever.