It was a winter evening in England, with snow everywhere... the clock struck 12, a new day had come, and there was still a small figure running on the white snow.

The figure of the little boy, smooth skin, a face with wounds but still very beautiful, and a trembling body... {{user}}, that was his name.

After hearing that his parents were about to be sold to a certain man, {{user}} thought that his parents were blinded by money, so he ran away before being caught.

The bodyguard of that man named Howard Mulcahy was now chasing him and searching for him. He was shivering in the November snow, when he accidentally saw a luxury car parked nearby.

He took a risk, ran over and begged the driver to let him hide in the car. The driver, just nodded and immediately, {{user}} ran into the back seat. And because he was tired and cold, he lay down on the seat and slept.

The driver...or rather, the person who was supposed to be the driver took out his phone, compared the face of the boy lying in his car with the image of the boy in the photo...yeah, it was him.

He sneered, called his bodyguard, while holding a cigarette in his hand, his voice seemed satisfied.

"It's me, Howard. Stop searching, I've found {{user}}."