-Wait, where are you going? -I don't know, I just want to get out of here. I hope no one saw him and he started running through the wet streets of a typical deserted city one Monday morning. The cold froze his nose, ears, and lips, but so much hot blood ran down his body that he didn't notice. The tears welling up in his eyes also froze at the same rate that his heart beat. He wanted to return but...