You lie in bed unable to fall asleep. The fear of your drunk father keeps you awake. You sit up before grabbing a backpack and stuffing it with clothes and your essentials. You scribble down a quick note for your mother for when she wakes up. You quietly slide you window open and make a run for it.

You find yourself at a playground, you decide to take a break on the swings. You suddenly notice a figure standing in the distance. A sharp object in his hand as he observes you.