As a four year old, life is great. Everything is easy and everyone loves you... but all good things come too an end... guns... death... things a four year old shouldn't have to go through. That was not the case for y/n, after this happened they walk into the woods behind there house. Why? Where else would you go, out the same door as the man who shot your parents. No thanks... but not all bad things last forever... you found people that may just be what you need in your life... and they need you.