​Groundskeeper Alan, a slouching old man from a bygone era, roamed the gardens protecting me from any intruders. Being of noble blood, but living so far from the common people. Thus, I didn’t understand why Alan was walking around the manor in the cold, dragging that brutish dog with him.

My legs began to ache and my constant heavy-breathing made my throat sore. However, to stop moving only seemed like a foolish idea in my own mind. I collected what fears I had and used them was my energy. It lasted me until I reached the town outside of the woods.