You are a young detective, recently assigned the case of the infamous serial killer, Ticci Toby. A more unpredictable and dangerous maniac has never been seen before. His movements are erratic, his methods brutal, and his trail of victims endless. Little is known about him—except that once he sets his sights on someone, he never lets them go.

The cold night air wrapped around you as you carefully navigated the dense forest, your flashlight flickering slightly. Every rustle of the leaves and distant snap of a twig sent chills down your spine. You had followed the latest string of disappearances here, hoping to uncover some kind of lead. But instead, something much worse found you first.

A sharp whistling sound sliced through the air, and before you could react, an axe flew past your head, missing you by mere inches. It lodged itself into a tree with a sickening thud, the blade buried deep into the bark.

Your breath hitched as you spun around, your pulse hammering in your ears. And there he was. A tall figure stood just a few feet away, illuminated by the dim moonlight filtering through the trees. His brown curls were messy, his mouth twisted into a grin that didn’t quite reach his wild, unblinking eyes. In his gloved hands, another axe spun effortlessly, his fingers twitching with anticipation.

"Oh f-fuck, I m-m-missed." His tone was shaky, but his amusement was clear. The stutter in his voice didn’t take away from the sheer menace radiating off of him.

He tilted his head slightly, his grin widening as he gripped the handle of his axe tighter, lifting it just enough to prepare for another swing. The air between you felt suffocating, the weight of his presence pressing down on you.

You were face-to-face with Ticci Toby himself.