> Give Ricky the finger (metaphorically) and grab Sasha - we have to check that out before things get even weirder.
You flip him off and the two of you run directly into a bizarre, obviously paranormal forest. You really wish this didn't feel like second nature.
You're standing by your car, out in the parking lot. There are trees here, too, providing an almost uniform cover of shade that looks to cover as far as you can see.
Sasha rummages around in your trunk for a while, and the produces the pistol you took from your principal, back when she shot Sasha. A few moments later, she produces the hunting rifle her mother gave her, right before your final confrontation with the Penitent.
It looks to be a very, very old forest. The trees are tall and broad, spaced far part with relatively little undergrowth. Their branches, as previously state, form a nearly unbroken canopy, from which the steady light of the sun--much higher than you'd expect--shines.
"Head into the forest" is a bit general. There is a lot of forest. So much you're not really sure if it has an end. You have no real clue what to look for, and there don't seem to be many obvious landmarks. At least, none besides the random diner.
You're interrupted when Ricky comes bursting out of the diner. "What the hell is going on here? Do you know something, Svoboda?" He looks around. "What are these kids doing here?" He walks over to the one in the fox mask.
"Get back!" Sasha shouts.
Feeling like she might know what she's talking about, but frustrated she won't let you know what that is, you shout as well. "Ricky, get back to the diner. Something's not right here."
He kneels next to the boy. And then, for a moment, you see what Sasha must see.
It's a hulking brute, flesh corpse-grey. Its muscles bulge unnaturally on a frame that looks much to thin to support them. As it moves, even from the minor movements of breathing and shifting weight, you see its skin split and hear its bones crack against the strain of its over-large muscles, the wounds healing almost immediately, but not before sending trails of blood dripping down its exposed skin. The mask does not look like a Fox's head. It's longer, and solid white, a coming to a sharp point rather than a snout.
The Brute looks down at Ricky, and you can tell your boss sees him in that moment.
It lifts him and rips him in half. You and Sasha are sprayed with his blood, Sasha more than you. It tosses the halves on the ground, and suddenly you're looking at the little boy again.