Running off to chase hopeless dreams was bad enough.
Snowing? That's worse.
The only shelter you could find was an abandoned animation studio, the floor was quite literally sinking.
I breathed heavily as my feet slammed against the wet concrete. I didn't know how long I'd been running, but I wasn't going to stop until I was far away. Far away from that house, far away from that clock, far away from that room. And far away from him...