Prologue:
December 24th, 1989
Christmas Eve.
11:50 PM.
Almost midnight.
Ten minutes and it would soon be Christmas.
There was a full moon out tonight and it was snowing.
The snowflakes falling down on his face.
He laid outside, shivering in the freezing cold.
From inside the apartment he could hear a Christmas special playing on the television.
Could smell the food cooking inside.
He would give anything to be with his friends and family, on what should be one of the most memorable nights in a lifetime.
Yet here he was, forced to sleep outside on a balcony, away from those whom he loved and cared for.
He wondered if they would find him before it was too late. He had to keep holding on. He just knew that they were trying their best to find him.
It had been thirty-one days since his kidnapping. Soon to be thirty-two. How he was surviving, he had no idea.
He heard the sound of faint footsteps approaching from inside. The door to the balcony was opened. A dark shadow of a person looming above him.
Down in the streets below, he could hear people celebrating, enjoying this wonderful holiday with their loved ones.
December 25th, 1989.
12:00 AM.
A cold lonely night.
Merry fucking Christmas.