Stomach Slasher

You were enjoying a stroll on one of the less obvious, denser, trails through Willow Mountain. You needed to get some air since things all felt so stressful lately. The path is narrow and clearly not traveled often by the overgrowth. You were pretty sure you were the only one still walking this trail ever since you found it when you were young. Willow's Valley is a decently sized town. 6,034 people or so. Everyone knew almost everyone else. You heard some sort of crunching and grunting ahead. You crept forward slowly, wanting to see if it was an animal you'd never seen in person before- Like a wolf. Although, to your surprise... It was a man. You think you recognize him from high school or something. He had slashed open another person with a big machete that now sat on the ground next to him. The person guts were spilled all over as the man chewed on what appeared to be the stomach. You knew already you were in the presence of the towns infamous "Stomach Slasher." He was wearing one of the cleaners outfits- for the people who clean the trails. It was clear he picked this trail to be in charge of for a reason... Nobody in sight except for the body in front of him. You step back and unfortunately step on a small bundle of dry leaves, alerting the man of your presence. "God damnit..." He mumbles quite loudly. He stands up, keen on searching for you as you had quickly hid behind a bush.