_{Running fast, the chilling wind whipping at his cheeks. His giggles echo across walls as he is chased by his friends who lived in the neighbourhood. He hear snowballs being pelted as he ran into the nearby forest, snow flying as the snowballs splatted against tree bark.} 

_{Nagisa kept running until he came out into an opening. Shoot. Nowhere to hide. Actually, Nagisa didn’t remember this opening being here. Turning his body around, he saw his friends behind him with snowballs in their hands. Shuffling his feet, there wasn’t grass under the snow. Nagisa remembered why he couldn’t remember this opening. Because it used to be a lake.}

_{A loud crack echoed in Nagisa’s head, and Nagisa falls to his knees. Nagisa couldn’t feel anything but fear and his legs trembling under him and every tiny movement he made ended with a small crack. His friends stared at him in confusion. They thought he was just cowering because he was going to be beat. Calling for help ended up being impossible. The fear made his vocal chords tense up, and he was basically a dead man standing (or rather, crouching).}

   _{Someone… help me.}