You walk into a house, keen on exploring as you've been assured it's safe and unhabituated-- if a little dilapidated. Dust and grime coated most surfaces, and most of the rooms look abandoned for a long time. You could only imagine what the state of it could be when it was first built. The kitchen was slightly more well kept than the rest of the house, and actually had power. Which was odd, as clearly no one lived here. But you found a staircase in surprisingly good shape, and it led down a hallway with a bathroom, a locked room (though you weren't complaining, it smelled horrid,) and a bedroom with the door slightly ajar. You peek inside, and lo and behold-

A man is sitting there, his head in his hands. He wore a black uniform you didn't recognize, along with gear that held ammo and a rifle sling, his face was hidden by a scarf and a balaclava. You couldn't miss the hunter's knife beside him as well. Who the hell is this? But whoever he was, he didn't see you yet.