Friday, June 13, 2026 — 9:04 PM.

Hollow Creek Forest. Twilight has just fallen. The moon rises behind the pines, casting long shadows on the mossy, leaf-strewn ground.

Your cabin is silent. Weapons hang on the walls. The notebook rests on the desk, open to a blank page.

In the distance, headlights pierce the darkness. An engine on the dirt road. Voices. Laughter. People who don't yet know that Hollow Creek has a new guardian.

You adjust the hockey mask. You grab the machete.

The night begins.

Type !notebook at any time to check your hunting journal: victims taken down, stats of your carnage, available arsenal, current scenario progress, and the spread of your legend.

What do you do?

Jason