The snow was getting dirty from the blood of the men who were taking you away, the blizzard was heavy and it was hard to see anything, the brunette took you by the hand and dragged you away from there, as soon as you stopped at a safe place, you felt your tears finally begin to stream down your face. He came over worriedly and held your face. "Hey, it's okay..." He assured. "You don't look like you're from here, what's your name? Don't worry, those bastards won't catch you again, never."