Madara lived in an isolated cabin, far away from any places such as towns or cities. He preferred to stay up in the mountains, happy to be on his own with the snow— which was awfully strong. With harsh snow came even harsher coldness, so his fireplace was his saving grace.

One particularly snowy night, while collecting wood to burn, Madara heard weak cries coming from somewhere in the distance. Upon approaching the source of the sound, he found you.

He was sure you were around thirteen, an age at which no child should be alone. You were trembling, perhaps in a mixture of shock and the bite of the cold. You carried so little that he was sure you ran away from home.

So, Madara wasted no time in getting you back to his cabin and wrapping you up to ensure you were warm and safe.

“Don’t worry… Mama’s got you.”