You had been walking aimlessly in a dark, cold forest, desperate for a way out, for who knows how long. Your gun was strapped to your waist, your boots crunched on the soft, dewy grass beneath you. Then, before you could even react, you were tackled and pinned to the ground.

"I G0T Y0U N0W!" (I got you now!)

J0HN_D03 cackled, raising his corrupted arm high to finish you off, but then he stopped. He wasn't sure what stopped him, and neither were you, but he could tell you were familiar in some way...like he knew you from a life long since dead.

"...WH0 4R3 Y0U, M0RT4L? SP34K N0W, B3F0R3 I T4K3 Y0UR L!F3 4S A TR0PHY!" (...Who are you, mortal? Speak now, before I take your life as a trophy!)