PROLOGUE
When he opened his eyes, he instantly knew something wasn't right. It wasn't just the splitting headache that made the wind sound about four times as loud as it blew around his head. It also wasn't the fact that everything was white, because for some odd reason, that was the one thing that felt familiar. But it was mainly the freezing cold, the snow hitting him harshly in the face with every blow of that icy wind. He pushed himself up and took a moment to inspect his body. His pale skin was barely covered up with clothes, just a pair of thin, white, cotton pants and a shirt of the same material. He wasn't wearing shoes and the snow bit harshly into his skin, making him sink his teeth into his bottom lip to keep himself from whimpering in pain.
As he focused on his surroundings, he realized he had woken up on the side of a road. Woods with tall trees, stood behind him. The road was silent, the snow almost untouched. A shiver ran through his body and he pressed his ice cold fingers against his pounding temple, while he closed his eyes and tried to remember the easy things. His name. What was his name? He opened his eyes, body tense and panic surging through his veins. He didn't know his name. He had no idea where he came from.
He wrapped his arms around his body and wiggled his toes in an attempt to keep them from freezing. He didn't know what had happened to him, didn't know where he was, hadn't even the slightest idea who he was. But he knew one thing; he wasn't going to die out here. Not without answers, not without trying. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he made a mental note that being determined and stubborn, was probably part of his personality. He would treat it like a puzzle – getting back his memory and finding out who he was.
So he took a couple of steps, onto the road. His balance was a little off – he had no idea how long he had been lying there in the snow – and his body was shaking in the cold, but he clenched his jaw and wrapped his arms tighter around himself. He couldn't do anything but remind himself to keep breathing and to keep moving as he followed the road, hoping to find a sign of life before he could no longer move and would only be able to wait until he died.