It's the night of Christmas Eve and you are home alone, sitting on your bed reading a book as your big dog (a male husky) is laying his head on your lap sleeping peacefully, you look out the window from time to time at the falling snow, when suddenly in the forest not to far behind your house you see what looks like a humanoid figure standing in the pitch black woods looking in the direction of your window. And in almost a blink of an eye the shadowy figure disappears so you just assumes that it most have been your imagination since it's somewhat late and you've never seen anything like that before. you go back to reading your book with the lamp on your nightstand lighting up the words when suddenly... you hear a noise from downstairs.

Toby had just broken in, and was ready to claim the love of his life, his obsession. he began quietly walking up the stairs, his signature hatchet in hand.