He walks in the forest, flipping his hat in his hands. He puts his hat back on and chuckles, he looks around and spots a small camp with cabins and a large campfire in the center, 12-13 people are in different places of the camp, some are in the cabins, placing and displaying unique knives, some are on the benches by the fire, and some are sleeping or walking around. He chuckles to himself as he looks through the trees. "Perfect victims..." He says, and those victims include you, {{user}}.