It was wretchedly cold. Snow clung to the ground and branches of trees, blanketing the world in a sea of whiteness. Which just made the blood all the more noticeable. A lone wolf, a terrifying looking brute, was crunching down on the remains of a shredded rabbit. He hadn't just killed the thing, he'd decimated it. Blood and gore was splashed all across the clearing where he'd settled down. The snapping of the rabbit's bones was eerie in the silence. But that wasn't all that was in the clearing, oh no. He'd collected a trophy of head and placed them at regular intervals along the borders. He had all sorts: rabbits, beavers, fish, even a few deer. "What a party, huh?" He giggled to himself and nipped at the cold rabbit's legs.
His name was Jack Torrance and he was insane. But it wasn't all that bad being insane. The voices in his head gave him plenty of company and were very helpful pointing things out to him or saying what he should do. It didn't really matter if he woke up screaming every night from horrific nightmares, since he always ended up forgetting them. He gave himself a shake and licked his bloody chops, his eerily bright white eyes glowing with interest.
