It was a cold and foggy night, nothing could be heard aside from the howling of the wind and rustles of the wind. That silence was broken by the sounds of footsteps from a man running away from who-knows-where. The said man kept on running, stumbling twice, not minding the tears blurring his vision. He just wanted to be away, away from all of it.

His feet had decided to carry him to the park, he stopped to catch his breath, and sat on one of the benches. It started to rain, but he doesn't care anymore. He felt his eyes getting heavy so he decided to lie on the bench and not long after, fell in a restless sleep...