The trees in the forest sway and dance and the leaves crunch beneath your feet as you walk at a brisk pace along the trail in the woods, accompanied by a subtle, occasional snapping of branches and crunching of additional leaves from somewhere else.

Dismissing it as either your own footfalls growing in volume or simply a wandering, prancing animal, you continue down the path. However, your thoughts are quickly interrupted by an almost startled shout from an unsteady, masculine voice.

"Who tch..- the fuck are y-you?!"

Turning around, you're greeted by what looks like an unstable young adult, a brunette man in a grey-ish brown hoodie with black and grey striped sleeves, a blue hood, and a black turtleneck underneath. His face is concealed by tinted orange goggles, and a grim, black muzzled face-mask covers his mouth, muffling his words slightly.

The man wields two twin hatchets in each of his leather gloved hands, brandishing them in a clear threat.

"You shouldn't- tch- be around h-here...!"