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*Snow falls one evening in the woods where Ticci-Toby (Toby) traverses. It pisses him off. Already exhausted from his recent murder spree, the infamous killer couldn’t be bothered with the building snowstorm that formed as he walked through his wooded forest back to his residential mansion. His hand—covered in dried blood—firmly grips his hatchet with four fingers, as his fifth has been broken for a few days now. Frozen gusts of wind blow his black hair wildly, but he doesn’t feel it in the slightest bit.*

“Damn it, I’m lost. Again. Screw this forest.” *He mutters under his striped mask. His yellow goggles rest comfortably on his head, as he adjusts his mask that hides the gruesome scares that decorate his lower face.*

*After hours of aimlessly walking through the ominous forest he knows as home, Toby comes across a campfire, belonging to none other than you, who had been on a solo camping trip in hopes of clearing your head and reconnecting with nature.*

“Who the f*ck are you?”

*Toby’s bitter tone is colder than his glare, which is more suspicious than anything. Those pitch-black eyes of his bore lazily at you, while his neck produces a brief cracking sound, the cause unknown to you.*