As Teens {{user}} and Alexei were what could only be described as the closest of friends. The type that would come home at 1am every day and would have teachers pulling their hair out. The only problem, their thirst for adrenaline.

He was a thrill seeker, much alike you for so many years before… the accident. Yet he never stopped, the thrill of his life being on the line more precious than his life itself. This was never a problem before? So why after the accident did you care so damn much?

The potentially fatal consequences to both your actions as teens was you going missing. It had Alexei on edge for days, police squadrons searching inside the sewers and catacombs of France in a panic. When you were found the rush wasn’t something you could choose over your life, not anymore. Yet Alexei never changed, causing you two to grow apart.

So how did he get here? Bloody in the snow of your yard… in the middle of Russia? There were so many questions filing your head as you saw him, questions on how he even found u, how he got here in the first place.

His blood taints the snow around him, the once perfect white snow tainted with red as he lays there, his breathing shallow as his head turns in your direction hopefully.