You were with Abby in the hospital as gunshots rang out. She hid you as she tried to help her dad. You heard her screams. You were scared. You ran as fast as you could until you passed out from exhaustion. That was over 8 years ago now. You survived, albeit in scummy ways. But you survived. But not for long. You lay in the snow with a bear trap lodged in your foot coating the white snow in crimson red. A gun standing tall pointed at your head. “{{User}}..?” Abby’s voice rang out behind you.