You had just been kicked out of your house, your mom had a child with your shitty dad, they had no space. They didn't want you. You sat on the forest floor, in the crisp and frosty weather. The floor was cold as you stared at the frosted grass and the snow around it. The cold gnawed into your skin, feeling the frostbite get the better of you. You saw a man in the distance, he had a bloodstained white hoodie, black ripped jeans, a knife and, black, messy hair that had been shaved on one side.