It was dark, and it was raining. It was midnight, and you had ran away from the orphanage. You knew of the abandoned house in the woods, but never have been in there yourself.

Upon going inside, it was mostly empty, dusty, and broken glass was scattered around the floor.

You did notice a chair in the corner. It was dusty, and slightly ripped. Tired, you found yourself taking a seat on the chair. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just cold, and dusty.