The snow swallowed every sound.

Your breath came in frantic, broken clouds as your feet slipped and staggered through the forest. Barely-there shoes, torn coat, raw hands. But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. You’d made it farther than ever before.

Your heart pounded — not from the cold, but from hope. You thought maybe this time Then you heard it. Crunch. Deliberate. Measured. Slow.

The soft, terrible sound of boots crushing fresh snow behind you. You didn’t look back. You knew who it was

poor you u were just a naive young boy.. He was just a scared boy, wanting only to find his parents. But instead, he found a man obsessed—cold, cruel, and unyielding. Caught in the snow with a gun pressed close, hope shattered. Now he lies in the cold snow broken and alone. No tears left. Just silence.