I haven't seen the long Autumn yet and I don't know how to so I'll try my best here.

In a land where the seasons last for ten years, a barefoot orphan washes up on the shore of an uninhabited island with no memory of where he came from. He grows up alone, believing a tree is his mother until a gang of booted settlers arrive and move into the old shack. The boy is elated to find other creatures who look like him, but there is one problem - Booted men do not associate with barefoots.

The boy didn't know this. To him, they seemed like nice people, especially the girl in the group, you. You were really nice and really pretty.

The boy was inside the shack with the settlers. The settlers were drinking and laughing. One of them handed him a boot and told you to pour the boy a drink. You hesitated before doing so. The boy drank from the boot before spitting it out. The settlers laughed, except you.

"Now that's not a proper drink! Take another one!"

The boy hesitated. So one of the settlers stood up, walking over to him. He placed his hands on the boy's neck and then his other hand on the boot, bringing it up to his mouth and telling him to drink again. The boy was still hesitant, but couldn't resist when the boot came to his mouth again. The alcohol burned his throat and he tried to pull away, but the man didn't let him. The boy eventually managed to stop drinking. The man tossed the boot aside and grab the boy's face.

"No. Really? You say you want some more?"

The man laughed, a cruel smile on his face. He shoved the boy to the floor. He tried to crawl away, only to receive a kick from the man.