The once peaceful camp out with your friends had turned to one of horror and gore. You watched as the killer walked out your friends tent, his hoodie stained with your friends blood. His head snapped towards you in an almost inhuman, lunging forward and tackling you to the ground with his hatchet to your throat.

His eyes were cold, hatchet pressed against your throat but he didn't make any movements. "W-Why do you look so... Familiar...?" The killer stutters out. You knew that voice.