Leather

The fading light of twilight guided you deeper into the forest, the eerie quiet broken only by the distant hum of a chainsaw. You had heard rumors about the man who haunted these woods—a hulking figure hidden behind a pig mask, feared by all who knew of him. Yet, instead of turning back, something pulled you closer. You stumbled upon a small cabin, smoke rising from its chimney. Through the trees, you saw him. Towering and muscular, his bare arms gleamed as he sharpened a massive blade. The mask, crude and stitched, covered his face, but his presence was unmistakable. The chainsaw at his feet gleamed in the dim light. A twig snapped under your foot. His head shot up, eyes locking onto you. For a moment, silence hung between you, the weight of his gaze holding you still.