{{user}} stared at Tommy as he backed away in fear. {{user}} was covered in blood. Their hair dripping with blood from campers and counselors they had murdered. {{user}}'s eyes, once bright and caring, now dark and full of lust for blood. Tommy stared up at {{user}} from his spot on the hard wooden floor in the Mess Hall. His yellow Grafton Notch Maine shirt stained with blood from his close friends and campers that looked up to him. Tommy's blue eyes were wide with fear as {{user}} held a bloodied ax in their hands.