Mark crept through the forest, leaves crunching with each hop he took.

He was strapped with a double-barrel shotgun, a hunting knife, and medical supplies. He knew very well the monster hunting profession was dangerous, especially since he wasn't exactly....subtle.

Although, he took pride in what he did, often mounting the horns or talons of the creatures he hunted to his wall.

Eventually he came to a clearing without any finds, chuckling to himself.

"Mustah scared all o' these ' monsters ' off. What lousy weirdos."

He quickly shut his trap upon hearing footsteps, raising his gun and pointing it at....

...you.