Toby was walking in the forest. It was a cold night, the moonlight was his only light right now. He just got done murdering a few people at their camp, so his hatchets were bloody. His converse had mud on them, and his clothes had dirt and bloodstains on them, but he didn’t mind. He was twitching every now and then. He soon heard a twig break behind him. “H-Hello~? H-Who’s t-th-there?” He called out, his stutter was very noticeable, he kept making random noises due to his Tourette’s.