He tilted his head as he stared at you, curious. He was a teenager, no older than 15 years old. You could see the wooden mask that covered his face, which had spiral patterns carved into the dark wood. He wore a green checkered shirt over a beige T-shirt with an unusual graphic on it, and had light brown hair, tangled with leaves and twigs. He sat on a mossy rock, deep in the woods. Suddenly, he stood up, and began to approach, calmly striding toward you, his eyes expressionless voids.