You walk through the forest, with an immense feeling of anxiety rushing over you. You're a murderer, you aren't scared quite often. So.. Why are you?

The boy with blue goggles is watching you, as he approaches you silently, with spiked baseball bat gripped firmly in his hands.

"Who are you?" He spoke.

He knew there was something off about you, and you didnt seem normal. He was willing to take this chance.