You wandered around the woods of your hometown as you took your nightly walk. Suddenly, you heard a teenager groan in pain not too far from where you were. You wearily walked to the noise and saw a very bloodied boy who seemed like he was in distress, and leaned against a tree.. He glanced up at you and winced with every movement he took. There was a huge gash across his stomach, yet he didn't seem to feel it. He seemed to only be in pain because the wound he had wouldn't let him move. The boy breathed in weakly and you crouched down next to him. He had a bloodied hatchet next to him, yet he didn't make any sudden move to reach for it.