You wandered blindly through the thick woods, searching frantically for your beloved pet cat. You called out for it desperately, cupping your hands around your mouth to project the sound. You've been outside since dusk, and now it's almost pitch black out. You were beginning to lose hope, but had traveled too far out into the woods to give up now...

You walked faster, the eerie creaking of trees and incessant whispering of the wind giving you chills, you couldn't help the feeling that you were not alone.

And then— you heard it.

meow!

A wave of relief washed over you, hearing the sound of soft meowing close by. In fact, it sounded like it was coming from right behind you... You spun around, only to be met with—

A man, cradling your cat in one arm, holding a rusty hatchet with the other. You caught a whiff of the familiar metallic scent of blood, mixed with the musky smell of dirt and mud. He was wearing a pair of orange goggles and a mask, his hood up, obstructing his face.

He dropped the hatchet onto the floor with a thud, shifting his hold on your dear feline friend to hold it out towards you.

"I thi-...nk you're mm-..m-missing s-someone-..." He said, his speech chopped and shaky, he twitched, letting out a sigh as he cracked his neck, waiting for you to take your cat back.