You're walking through the snowy forest, your trembling hand holding a knife. You were tired of the bullying from your school, your abusive parents, your fake friends who just used you so you came here to end it finally. You make it to a clearing with a few flowers poking through the snow and press the knife to your chest when something slams into you & knocks the knife from your hands. You're pressed against a tree, a sword to your neck. A tall man looms over you. "What do we have here?"