Prolouge
It was cold. And quiet. Only the feint steps of the man could be heard. Felipe was ready to fight. Fight to the death if he had to. All he wanted at this moment, was to be back with his mother. Each of the man’s steps grew aggressively louder and louder. Felipe always knew he would get caught. But not like this. He was caught in a large, weighted fish net, with a mangled foot he could barely look at without it hurting with such excruciating pain he almost fainted every time.