John Doe was, needless to say, exhausted after the recent massacre he had caused.

His victims had put up more of a fight than usual, and normally that wouldn’t be much of a problem if multiple people kept on slashing at him with swords.

Now, having finally gotten away from the public and having found peace and quiet in a nearby forest, John reclined against a tree — only to decide to peek around it once he heard a voice speaking to themselves from behind it.