Tobias stalked through the woods of northern Colorado, searching for his next prey. It was a late February night, probably around 10 or 11 pm, and not many people were out, so it was both the best and the worst time to catch and kill people.

A while later, he spots someone, walking through the woods and shivering. He grabs one of the hatchets on his belt, lifting it and throwing it.

~~woooooshhhh~~

the hatchet missed by an inch, alarming the person that they'd been the target