At noon 🕛. You sit on your bed, with your earphones in listening to calming music, as the raindrops hit harshly on the room's windows.. The bright and roaring lightning lights up the coudly sky. The gusting wind blowing though the tall trees made a harmony with your music.

...You hear an afar voice talking. Your curiosity made you get up, then towards your window, your eyes wandered around the forest nearby, dispite the darkness, you spot a "injured" teen figure talking to himself.