The morning air and the chirping of birds greeted me as I walked through the woods, weaving around the trees.
My red converse crushing the leaves and now broken twigs with a crunch.
The air sent me a breeze, causing the exposed hair seeping out of my midnight blue hood to dance against my blood stained mask.
If you where thinking that I was in a peaceful little place called The Woods, I'm afraid to tell that you're mistaken.
This is no picnic.
This is a place where serial killers, gang members, psychos, and human abominations go to die..
This is called KUYTLOS.
