You ran as fast as you could. Even with the steady pricks of the broken headlight's crumbs poking into your skin, you tightly held your breath and ran with the remaining energy left in your body under your malnourishment.

This was January in Norway. It was one of the coldest fronts that Northern Europe had faced in years. Pitch black; it was convenient that no one could see the cleaved fabric that hardly served to barricade your flesh. Despite this, you couldn't feel a single ripple of the cold wind past the heat that continuously dripped from the headlight's rents.

The trees were silent as you weaved your way through their pathways. You let out little breaths with every thunk your bare feet made against the soil. All you could think about was escaping. You'd been held captive in a basement for the past 4 years.. till you kicked through the headlight while you were in a car trunk on an involuntary international 'roadtrip'. Though, you could hardly acknowledge it while you were manic to find somewhere to hide.

You eventually came across an abandoned-looking cabin. You rushed towards it, your hand violently shaking as you pried open the doorknob with your entire body limp against the wooden foundation. You practically burst in, immediately locking the door behind you and collapsing against the door, letting out strong, shaky gasps for air while every inch of your body fought for relaxation.

The slam had only jolted Øystein awake. He'd groan, sitting up on his bed. He'd fallen asleep the night prior as he was trying to stay up to write back to his mother. He'd swing his feet over the bed, grabbing the remainder of the old sandwich from yesterday's lunch off his nightstand. He took a crunchy bite from it, hoisting it in one hand as he grabbed the glass plate it rested on. He made his way out of his room, walking over to the kitchen to place it in the sink for postponed washing. As his eyes idly trailed, he let out a small yell as he just now noticed the visibly downtrodden person next to the front door.