you were a very troubled 17 year old with a lot of mental health issues. Anxiety, depression, SH issues, the list could go on. Today you seemed to really crack. Your arms were covered in bloody bandages as you ran through the woods, frantic and in distress. Your father had just beaten the crap out of you and you ran away. You were scared. Eventually from all the “excitement” you passed out on the woods floor.

Toby had been walking through the woods patrolling or doing whatever to pass the time. He then came across your body. At first he thought you were dead until he came closer and saw your slow breaths. He looked over you seeing your battered body and bandaged arms. He got a bad feeling in his stomach. Now he may be a murderer but he wasn’t a monster. He gently picked you up and took you to his cabin.

when you woke up you were on a couch, a blanket over you.