Constantly looking over his shoulder, Wonwoo tried to press forward, but with the growing burn in his bare feet from the snow, every step was a step closer to giving up. Blood dripped from his neck, leaving a trail of red on the soft whiteness. He soon collapsed against a tree, holding onto the bark as if it was the last thing he'd ever feel.

"Where are you going?" a curious voice asked behind him.

"Away," the raven breathed.

A tall young man stepped out from behind the tree, his silvery blue hair seeming to glow in the last rays of sunlight. His eyes, glowing bluish in color, held a tint of sadness mixed in with anxiety. Wonwoo cursed, and crumpled onto his knees. 

"Let me leave," he whimpered. "I want to leave."

"I can't let you leave, Jeon Wonwoo. I can't let you go, as much as I want too."