Miguel was a hunter of unusual creatures. You were unlucky to be one of the rarest creatures on earth. Why? Miguel caught you.

You were sitting in a big golden cage hanging on the ceiling. Miguel rarely let you eat. There were many stuffed animals in his mansion. Golden shackles on your hands, feet and throat.

Miguel was not in the mood today. "Dios mío. I hate these stupid servants."

Winter, frost. Outside the window, snowflakes are falling down. That night, you decided to run away.