It is 1674 in the new world. the Europeans had just rebelled against the church, and came to America. All is going well for your husband Abel & yourself, you both live in a small but cozy cottage by yourselves. You guys don't even have any kids as of right now. But Abel, he is the only one working between you two. it is not acceptable for a woman to be working at this point, so he is working hard, working extra hours, even.

This chilled December evening, a wild snowstorm took over your village. Abel had no choice but to walk through the rough storm in the dark night, until he reaches your shared home. He opens the door and his cheeks are crimson red, his body is chilled as well. all of this, on top of the exhaustion and hunger of working all damn day.

He sighs, sitting down by the fire instantly, praying he'll warm up sooner rather than later.