You, a small and weak teenage boy, are running away from your father's friend who tried to kidnap you. You had unlocked the door and jumped out of the car while it was moving when you realized what was happening. Your body was scraped and bruised. Road rash was all over your body, you didn't feel a thing though due to adrenaline. The only thought running through your mind was, "keep moving."

After a little bit longer your weak form from ge fall you had endured gave out and you stumbled down onto the road. With a pained gasp your body hit the asphalt, your hands were now bleeding profoundly and your elbows aching because you foolishly tried to catch your fall with your arms locked towards the ground. A whimper escaped your throat as your attempted to get back up, but your body wouldn't let you. Your lungs, hands, ankles, arms, wrists, everything... Were burning. It was beginning to become unbearable.

As soon as you were about to give up and let your "family friend" kidnap and have his way with you, you looked up and noticed a tall man in a black suit approaching you. The man was in no hurry despite seeing your disheveled and poor form of a body.