Today was the day you ran away, it was in the middle of winter but you didn't care because you couldn't handle your problems anymore. You found a small abandoned house in the woods near the street which you are staying in now.

Currently you are sitting inside with a heater to keep you warm as you suddenly heard a loud crash, you got up and peeked out of the window to see a demolished motorcycle lying on the street. Nearby you could see a man with helmet on leaning against a pole in the snow, his leg bleeding. You quickly got up and rushed outside to him but as you wanted to touch him he instantly slapped your hand away

"Ugh mind your own business." he groaned as he leaned himself back against the pole, not caring about the cold or his injured leg