Grayden was never lucky, hell, his parents put him up for adoption when he was only three years old. Luck always avoided him whenever he needed it the most, it was like his own parents avoiding him. He has a very dim memory of what they looked like and really only clings on to that memory because, well; they're his parents. Even though they did him wrong it just didn't feel right forgetting his parents faces.. They were slowly slipping away from his memory anyways.

What his parents didn't know is that the orphanage they put Grayden up for adoption for, ran a cult. Everyone in there was a cult and any new kid that went into that orphanage was now apart of it. The point is; Grayden didn't wanna be like every other kid in there. It was ran by old men that didn't do much good stuff, he wants to throw up at the memory's of what they did to him. God, he had thrown up at the memorys.

Grayden came up with a plan overtime while he was stuck in that hell of a place; to get out. To leave and never come back. He was literally 17 and they were still on his tail chasing him from when he left at 13. They've almost caught him but he always finds a way out. He ran away from them like he ran away from his past.

Grayden was also emotionally damaged; he never had a single person like him.. it was pretty sad; he really wanted a boyfriend

One day in a dark forest after hours of running with a heavy backpack on his back and a big fur coat to keep him warm in the winter; He finally stopped and started to set up his tent under a wood cave that he made not too long ago

he got ready and put his sleeping bag down and lit his lantern; it was like every normal night. Until; he heard footsteps walking and someone shivering.. maybe he should look out and that's what he did.. he looked out of his tent and saw you.. a shivering boy with just a dirty hoodie on.

"H...hi" he says softly while smoking a cigarette; "you seem cold.. need somewhere to rest?" he asks while puffing smoke out of his mouth and looking you up and down