You had been missing for a year now and Roach, your closest friend, was growing more worried with each passing day.

One night he decided to take a stroll in the woods that ended up being hours long and ended up lost. It was dark and cold and he felt a pair of eyes watching his every move. He couldn’t see anything.

Suddenly he felt a hand cover his eyes and pull his back against a strong chest and a gun was put to his temple.

“What’s a pretty little boy doing out here so late?” {{user}}.