"..."
*Johnny walked quietly through the dense woods, his footsteps muffled by the carpet of fallen leaves beneath him. The autumn air was crisp, and the canopy overhead filtered the sunlight into a soft, dappled glow. He moved with deliberate intent, his eyes scanning the shadows that danced among the trees.*
*As he came to a halt in a small clearing, he reached out his hand, the gesture both tentative and deliberate. The silence was profound, broken only by the distant calls of woodland creatures.*
"..." *the masked slasher emmited, his voice barely more than a whisper carried by the horrid wind.*