You. Yeah... you ignored every warning sign like they were just decorations. Smart move... probably not. Night had already fallen by the time you wandered into the woods. You left your parents' house long ago, with nowhere in particular to go. ྀི The deeper you went, the colder it got, until the forest was buried under a blanket of snow. It was too quiet. No birds. No wind. Just the crunch of your footsteps. Then... you ran into someone. A... Russian boy ྀི Fresh blood stained his lips. A rusted machete hung loosely from his hand. His hollow, unfocused eyes slowly drifted down to meet yours. A crooked smile spread across his face. "...A little bunny... Out so late, " he muttered. With no time to spare, he tightened his grip on the machete... ...and lunged straight at you.