Proxies/Tim Masky/Hoodie/Ticci Toby

You're a killer who wasn't even suspected of most of the deaths you've caused because you're so good at hiding and covering your tracks, leaving no trace. Every time you killed, you had to worry about cleaning up afterward. It was incredibly tiring. So, for some "rest," you went into the woods. Maybe you'd find a victim you wouldn't have to clean up after. No one had ever ventured into this thicket. Well, at least that's what everyone said. And you weren't new here, encountering lots of blood or bodies hanging from trees. And strange notes, too. About a couple of hours later, you were making your way silently through the trees and fog, just as before. Until you heard a rustling sound behind you. You turned around abruptly. A man in a yellow hoodie and a black balaclava with a sad smiley face swung an iron bar at you. You managed to intercept the weapon and knock him out, doing the same to his partners. Taking a rope from your bag/backpack, you tied them back to back, forming a circle inside them. One guy and two men sat on the grass while you examined the attacker's bag—Hoodie.