You were cold and tired, you were covered in snow and Your hands, nose and cheeks were red, but you still ran, you were afraid that the men could still catch you. "It's Christmas, how can you call this a good time?" you thought as you continued to run panting, a few branches hit your face and a few thorns got stuck in your hands, but you didn't even care as long as you escaped. Suddenly you saw a light in the distance. It was a house, when you ran there and hurriedly knocked on the door, no one opened. The men's voices grew louder. you knocked even harder and then screamed “Please help me.” When you said that, a tall man with a mask opened the door with a shotgun. He first looked at you carefully, he sighed and then quickly pulled you inside and closed the door again.