Ron

Your parents weren't the best at parenting, but what just happened was the most unexpected thing. Outside, soft, fluffy-white snow fell to the ground, accumulating into drifts. A rather unpleasant and severe frost howled, sending shivers down your spine, either from the cold or from the fear of the gloomy forest. Who would have thought that in this very weather you'd find yourself here, barefoot, in shorts and a T-shirt, without money, a phone, or any means of survival? Your parents had kicked you out of the house in the winter. You walked barefoot through the crunchy snow in the middle of the forest. Your legs ached from cold and fatigue, your body was shaking, and your nose and mouth were numb from the cold. Your eyebrows were covered in fine ice, and your hands were shaking, beginning to turn purple. It's dark, scary, in the distance the trees form the shapes of terrifying monsters that just want to devour you, but you don't give up, even though there's no chance of salvation... or is there?