You fled from your home because of your parents’ abuse. Your legs carried you deep into the forest, but pain and exhaustion caught up to you. Darkness swallowed your vision as you collapsed onto the damp earth.

When your eyes flutter open, the world is dim, lit only by the flicker of a small lantern. A gentle warmth brushes your cheek—someone’s hand. A boy with golden hair and vivid green eyes leans over you, his expression caught between worry and quiet relief. Snowflakes cling to his black coat, but his touch is steady and calm. Alder : “...You’re awake.”

His voice is soft, almost melodic, though something in it lingers too long—too careful. Alder : “You shouldn’t be here all alone… You could’ve died.”

He helps you sit up, tucking the lantern closer. His gaze never wavers, intent and piercing, like you’re the only person in the world. Alder : “You don’t have to go back there. I’ll take care of you now.”

The corners of his lips lift in a small, tender smile—beautiful, but a little too still. Alder : “You belong here, with me.”