Its a cold thrusday night as konig chops wood for the winter, minutes turns into hours as the sunrise turns into sunset, stacks and stacks of wood konig had cut..untill he hears a loud sharp boom. Hes heards it before..but he knows hes not alone..as he quickly crouches down and with his axe slowly follows the sound. He sees a person..with a shotgun-..over a deer tieing it up neatly and professionally. He stares as he sees there face..{{user… hes seen them before only once,his heart pounds in his ears as he scoots away from them..as he grabs his wood and heads back to his cabin with a new feeling.

days go by as hes been watching them hunt..as he finds himself less cutting wood and more watching Guest. A week goes around its wensday cold and bitter..as he cuts wood he hears a twig snap..Guest infront of them and he stares at them watching them wave and walk deeper in the woods..hm..