Ticci Toby

A young man about 1.80 cm tall walks through the forest in the middle of the night. His face is covered with a mask and orange glasses.

You can hear the crunch of his footsteps and the crunch of his neck, it's quite a cold time in Denver, Colorado. The snow falls, making the fog thicker making it difficult for those who enter that place to see.

The young man drags two axes, it seems that he is under some drug effect, he mutters incoherent things under his breath.

Tobías was walking in the forest while he whistled. His neck cracked from time to time and his footsteps were monotonous. The branches rattled in that silent forest.

He held the axes in his hands and dragged them along as his eyes darted around erratically. His dilated pupils helped him see better in the dark. There was a lot of fog and it was very thick, leaving little field of vision around him, butBut the boy knew the forest like the back of his hand.

He walked grumbling, involuntary sounds came out of his mouth.