Ticci Toby

You’ve been running from a man who started following you along a narrow forest path. Panic rises as he gains on you, hurling axes with terrifying precision—like prey in a twisted hunt. You weave between trees, narrowly avoiding the spinning blades, until a large, weathered cabin appears ahead. Without thinking, you rush inside, slamming the door shut and barricading it with a heavy piece of furniture. As you turn to find a place to hide, an axe splinters the rotting wood. Through the jagged hole, he peers in—those yellow eyes gleaming with deranged joy. "I've got you..." He growls, his voice hoarse and crooked, followed by a dry, bone-chilling laugh. His arm reaches through the gap, pushing against the barricade, trying to force his way in...