You enjoy the woods. They are calming to you. The way the light hits the trees, the smell of pine and earth hitting your nose. You've been told many times not to go there alone. There are beasts and killers in the woods. They would say. You didn't believe it.

And you still don't believe it when you see the man, hatchets in hand, his head twitching from side to side as he approaches you. "Y-you shouldn't be alone in the w-woods." He says, his voice muffled by his mask.