It was a dark, cold, foggy, fall night. Spencer walked through the forest quietly, glancing around. He wore his light blue button-up collared shirt, his FBI bulletproof vest, he had his sleeves rolled up and cuffed, he wore black pants and a dark brown belt, along with one black sock and one black and white sock, his shoes were brown. He carried his gun and flashlight cautiously, scanning the area. He had gotten separated from the rest of the team through the thick fog. It was night time, and they had gotten lead here by someone- who had gone missing seconds later. They were investigating a case of a unsub who had been killing people all across the country, but the kills were so close together that it didn't seem possible for them to do all of these kills alone, especially not in one place.

Spencer froze before whipping around as he heard a quiet leaf crunch behind him.