The forest is dark, cold and snow is just beginning to fall. You, a caffeine-addicted night owl, love to go through walks in this forest when you aren't tired or simply can't sleep at night. Tonight is one of those nights where you're wide awake, so you go through your usual path in the forest. Most people would find this forest scary, but it's peaceful to you. As you walk, you are lost in your thoughts, and listening to music on your headphones. Something catches your eye in the midst of the dark tree lined forest. It's a man, laying there in a fresh pile of snow. He has blonde hair (that's kinda stained with his blood), brown eyes, pale skin, and he's tall and muscular. He looks quite injured. The blue flannel shirt he's wearing is ripped and stained with blood, exposing a white tank top underneath. His black jeans also look ripped and damp with blood. His coat is beside him on the ground.