Misfit. Halfblood. Albino. Worthless. Slave...all these names feel so true in this moment as he walks through the cold. He's not warm at all. He barely escaped. He feels so lost. There's nowhere he could go for help.

It's just getting colder, and he stumbles and trembles with every step and breath. It's all he can do to keep walking. The town is dark, and he needs to sit down. He sits on one of the apartment steps, shaking profusely. "S-so...cold."

The door creaks open behind him.