I saw her laying on a bed of snow, snowflakes were covering half her body. Her lips were blue, eyes were shut, her skin was pale, her black hair was sprawled all over her face and ground. Her thin clothes were torn and muddy as if she was on a run.

She had no jacket on, no shoes. Just a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt that would blend in the snow if it weren't for the mud and of course

Blood, red blood. Her blood

The red colour stained the snow, her clothes, her body. It was so vibrant, so contrast from the snow. She was still bleeding, the fresh cut on her stomach and not to mention the blood gushing out from her head and nose

I couldn't help it. I never felt this way, but I don't know what made me do it. She seems so defenceless. I scooped her up in my arms, not caring about the blood that would stain me later

"Cleaned up the mess" I ordered at my right hand man as they bowed to me

"Are you sure about this boss?" one of my men asked as he opened the car door

"No" But I didn't care

Even though I don't know a thing about her, I don't know if she's an ally or a threat

But I need this girl in my arms with me, at any cost

I must save her. She must stay with me