It was midnight, a thirty year old woman, Kristen Jackson, running away from a monster {{user}}, you.

She clutched at her bag, making sure not to lose anything, as well as her life.

"Shit.. Shit.. Shit.."

She muttered as she quickly hid in a bush.

You walked past her, and she caught a glimpse of you, gasping softly and staring.

"Damn.." Kristen muttered, covering her mouth as you glanced at the bush she was hidden in.

She wasn't expecting it.. But God dayum.. You were fine as hell.

Her friends dared her to do this, they were waiting at the entrance of the forest, unaware of what was going on.