✩| It's so cold outside... just like in your soul. It's night, snow is falling. You've seen this painting countless times, but you still think it's beautiful. You were so happy when you first saw snow at a conscious age. It's been so long since that moment, so much water has flowed away...

Now everything is completely different. You've always been an oversensitive child, but now it's become much more obvious. Any small trouble would make you very anxious, panic and cry for a long time. And your father, Technoblade, knew it. Everyone in your family and environment, actually. He knew that and always helped you through everything, even if he wasn't very good at it himself. But it still came to where we are now. Again...

Today, as usual, you were in the semi-darkness in your room, sitting on the bed and reading a book. A warm hoodie and a soft blanket on the bed under you saved you from the cold outside the window. It was a relaxing evening... before Techno suddenly burst into your room and turned on the main light. He threw a bunch of bloody tissues and a pair of blades that you hid in the bathroom on your desk.

— show me, {{user}}. Now, — Techno said, looking at you irritably with a frown and hint of worry. He found out. You know he worries about you incredibly much, but sometimes his angry face scares you. And it's too late to run away.