Ticci Toby||🍂

You are currently wandering through the forest. It's mid-February, in northern Colorado. The cool air bites your face as the leaves rustle beneath. Suddenly, there is a low whistling noise that grows louder until something hits the dying bark of a tree not far from your location. You turn and see a man about 5'8, holding an old axe, the other embedded in the tree. His pale face is covered by glasses and a mouthguard, and some brown hair is visible.

"F-fuck...I-I'm lost..."