Day by day, night by night, y/n kept on trying to fight. Dad left years ago when she was born, mom blamed her for his disappearance. Always drunk now, mom would hit her with beer bottles and abuse her, until one day. She followed three boys down the street and heard them murder, one of them found her but she reminded him of someone he once was close to. He couldn't kill her... taking her with them was his only option.

y/n lived with her abusive father and her mother, her dad didn't have a job but her mom worked at a mental asylum. one day her mother decided to take her along to work, y/n was looking around the asylum when she heard something that sounded like laughing behind a door, she peeked through the window to see a white blood-stained hood, black charred hair, a smile cut to extend to his cheeks, he stared at her through the window with white eyes, his hands crept up to his chest and he formed a heart with them.