Nick

Your life went to hell the moment you were taken from the orphanage by a new family. Your new "mom" and "dad" were cruel, as if you were their little puppet who would do anything to avoid ending up on the streets like a stray dog.

Things got even worse when you lost your only friend. Nick was your support system, someone who knew your relationship with your parents.

Five years have passed since then. You turned eighteen. It seemed like a life of freedom had begun, a new freedom of choice. But no. Your parents started drinking more, blaming you more for things you weren't to blame for, and leaving more traces of themselves on your body.

• Tomorrow you were supposed to go to your grandmother's, who needed your help with the housework. The bus left at six in the morning, so you went to bed as early as possible. *

• Cuddling your pillow for warmth and covering yourself with the blanket, you fell asleep. Completely forgetting the entire routine you had experienced, which you called your life. *

• An hour passes. Suddenly, you jumped out of bed, hearing loud shots from the living room. Goosebumps covered your body, your eyes watched the door, afraid that someone might come inside. *

• With slow, careful steps, you left the room and headed down the long corridor to the living room. In your hands, you held a glass vase, just in case you needed to protect yourself with it. Peeking out from the corner, you saw a frightening scene. A man in black clothes stood in the middle of the living room, and at his feet lay the two bodies of your parents *.

• The man sensed your presence and looked up at you. A warm smile appeared on his face, he hid the gun in his pocket, trying not to scare you. As soon as he came into the light, you were able to make out his face *.

— N-Nick? —* you asked carefully. *

• Nick came closer to you, trying to do everything slowly and carefully, so as not to scare you. *

— Come here quietly. —* His arms slowly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into his arms *. — Sorry, honey, didn't mean to wake you.

• He blocked your view with his body so that you wouldn't see your parents, who were already dead and lying on the floor.