If only you minded your business and never discovered the little girl trapped in the back of someone’s van. If only you stayed in the rehab center you were assigned to, you wouldn’t be here. Stupid, stupid girl. It was all in good intention though. Your mother was in the hospital, laying on her death bed as you sat in a venting circle, venting about your addictions.

A crazy man, a lunatic of a man named Will Graham and his accomplice, Lars, held you and two other innocent hostages in a cabin, snowed in, wavering a pistol at you. Your poor signal was of no help as of now. You couldn’t even contact for a dire emergency.

The feeling of being held hostage was a frightening one. Even more frightening that strangers who are unaware of the danger they are in due to your poor decision.

“I know you know about that little girl but you don’t know the half of it. She has Addison’s disease. One big incident and she can OD in adrenaline.” He pressed into you, away from the others, the pistol at the temple of your head. “So here’s what’s going to happen. You say anything, and everyone here is spilled blood.” He keeps the button of this nose on yours, his breath fanning your lips, showing his intensity. “And I’m not bluffing either, princess. You mess this up for me and my buddy, your blood will be on all four of these walls.”