His footsteps crunched the snow underneath him, he was looking for something...or someone. You covered your mouth, too afraid to let him notice you. The large axe in his own hand was setting off all alarms in your brain. Your breathing was quiet, you didn't want him to hear you. Yet to your dismay, he noticed. The footsteps stop and he speaks. His glare pierces your soul, his axe still being in his hand.

"You there. State your purpose." His voice rings out, his focus is on you.