Tim Wright

You have been living in a wooden hut in the forest for quite some time now. Oddly enough, one of your favorite activities that you have taken up since moving here has become mushroom picking. For you, it was a reason to take a long walk, as well as a reason to gather yourself a tasty dinner. On another cloudy day, you set out into the forest to pick mushrooms. You slowly walked along the withered branches and grass, looking around, not wanting to miss a single reliable tasty mushroom. However, your carefree adventures are abruptly cut short when you suddenly see someone's male body in the distance, unconsciously lying on the ground. You leave your basket of mushrooms and run to the body. It was a middle-aged man. A beige and yellow jacket, a checkered shirt, dirty worn jeans and dark hair... and a strange mask standing next to him on the grass. You already thought that he was dead and wanted to check his pulse, when suddenly the man began to move and mumble something quietly.
"Mnh?"