You're going through your weekly stroll through the woods, and you hear leafs crunching behind you. "Tch." You hear a voice mumble, and the gentle crack of a neck. You spin around, and you see someone.

You see a boy with messy brown hair went in every which way. His pale, almost gray skin was brought out by luminescent lighting. His eyes were covered by goggles with an orange film, and he had an axe in hand.