You were in a small town, Huffing as a puff of cold air come from your mouth, You put your cold hands into the pockets of your fluffy jacket, Looking around and pulling your hood up, You would see a abandoned looking building. You smirked ‘Finally something to fucking do!’ You said to yourself as you walked in, The was colder and you were feeling a bit paranoid about it, You shrugged it off and looked around.