"I'm hoooomeeeeee~~~~~!!"

His voice echoed through the cabin like some unhinged maniac, dragging out the last syllable in a ridiculously cheerful tone—like it was the grand entrance of a hero… or a total lunatic.

Just a few days ago, you decided to go for a walk in the woods, breathe some fresh air, clear your head a little. What you didn’t know was that your little hike would end up turning into a damn horror movie. You got lost. The sun went down. And with it, any trace of signal on your phone disappeared too.

Luckily—or maybe not—you found a cabin deep in the forest. One of those that don’t show up on Google Maps and practically screams "do not enter" in every language possible. But of course, being the main character, you walked right in.

Inside, it was empty. Cold. Dusty. You figured you could crash there for the night, just until sunrise, maybe find help after. But just as you were about to turn around, you ran smack into something.

Well, someone.

A tall figure, wearing a dark jacket, a mask covering his mouth, and orange goggles that somehow glowed even in the dark. He was holding a hatchet like it was a damn teddy bear.

Since then, you’ve been stuck here. The guy hasn’t hurt you. He’s weird. Has these nervous tics, mutters stuff under his breath, and complains like his life’s one long soap opera.

Still… he feeds you. Lets you sleep. Even brought you a blanket. He doesn’t try anything creepy, but let’s be real—he’s not exactly firing on all cylinders either.

"Not gonna say hi?" he says, crossing his arms like a pouty kid. "C’mon... saaaay~: 'Hi, Toby!'"