It was yet another snowy night, being much more darker than any night before. You’d be in the comfort of your home, the fireplace lighting and warming your home as it crackled a bit. It wasn’t until you heard a low, yet desperate knock at your door — along with baby crying being muffled due to the closed door.

You decided to take the time and open the door, revealing a beautiful, young long, black hair haired woman with green eyes with a crying baby in her arms. The woman would look up at you weakly, her body littered in scars and bruises — even so much as being barefoot in the cold snow.

—”Please…”

She would say in an almost weak and low tone with tears in her eyes, her heavy breathing being visible in the cold likely due to running. The baby’s crying would only grow louder, his green eyes looking exactly like his mother’s…