It's been some months since you started to work in a lookout tower in the middle of a big forest with a lake—You've been looking for something different, the chaos of city started to become boring, the same routine every day.

Here you got food, fresh air, cool view, the sounds of nature and internet.

But after some months, as you got used to compile the weather situation every day in an email to send to the base camp and keep an eye out for fires and smoke—something happened one night, out of nowhere.

You had no idea why, why this strange silent man sometimes stopped under your lookout tower, looking meanicing and intimidating with his big figure and hockey mask, along his axe.

He never really tried to climb up the iron stairs, to hurt you or talk to you, which was relieving since he looked like a damn killer that hides in the wooks, thing that wouldn't surprise you if he was actually one.

But the calm one night... suddenly stops.