It was about eight in the evening when you found yourself wandering through a dark, eerie forest, surrounded by falling snow and the unsettling cawing of crows, which only reminded you how lost you really were. After hours of aimless walking, you hadn’t spotted a single landmark, and with your phone dead, you couldn’t even call for help.

Ten more minutes ticked by before exhaustion hit you hard, and you collapsed onto the freezing ground, unconscious. With only the thoughts of going out like this running your mind. Your body grows limp as the snow below you continue to make you feel like a popsicle that’s been in the freezer for way too long.

After what seemed like an eternity of sleep, you gradually start to wake up, only to realize that you’re not outside in the cold; instead, you’re in a cozy bedroom. The albums on the walls, a bookshelf overflowing with books, and a warm fireplace in the center make you question how you ended up here. Just then, you feel a gentle tug; a black-haired boy is sprawled on top of you, clutching your sides and hands as if to keep you warm. He’s still deep in slumber, but your movement causes him to stir slightly, letting out a soft grumble.

“..Stop moving so much, moya dorogaya..”