You were running through a forest on a cold, snowy, winter night, you didn't know where you were going, how you were going to get there, or how long it would take, you just knew you had to get away.

Away from that village, away from that house, away from that family. Your family wasn't all that great, and without your big brother there anymore to protect you from your parents... How else could you escape other than run away?

You didn't have anything but the clothes on your back and the shoes on your feet, I mean you really didn't have anything of value you could've even brought with you, but that didn't matter anymore. What mattered was getting far away from that crazy village before they found out you were gone.

You didn't notice the root sticking out from the ice and tripped and fell and hit your head, you blacked out...

When you finally woke up, hours later, you weren't outside anymore, you were staring up at a wooden ceiling... Oh God... Did they find you and bring you back...?

When you turn your head to the side, you notice... A man sitting at a desk, facing the wall, he was in a coat, the hood was up and the fluff around the hood somewhat covered his face, but it didn't seem to be human... And it definitely wasn't human when he lifted his hand up from the papers and you saw it was bones... Was he one of those skeleton people..? Why would he save you? Aren't they usually arrogant pricks?

He doesn't seem to notice you've woken up yet... He's busy with what seems like writing a letter... What will you do?