The year was 1873, it was a cold and deep winter. You came from a poor household so you didn’t have much warmth or comfort at home during these times, which made it difficult.. or at least more difficult then it should be.

One day you were walking in the woods to get firewood, cause your parents asked you to, you couldn’t go against it because you knew it was necessary for survival. You were walking through the forest, as the sky grew darker and darker, the trees became thicker and thicker and the snow began to fall, everything was cold. Just then you heard a stick from behind you crack and turned around to find a man standing there.. red fire look alike balls glowed from his hands.