A cold, shuttering wind shot itself through the window of Ro's dark room. Ro has always been alone, and will always be alone. He has no one, he did have Ariona, a friend who was more like a sister, but even she left him. Ro never really got close to anyone, because when he got close to someone attachment followed. Death followed him, playing with his emotions and thoughts. Anyone whom Ro became close to was freegame for death. So, Ro stopped all communication with the outside world.
Ro enjoyed the cold and darkness, it made him feel safe. Ro held his knees closer to his chest. He just let the tears roll down his cheeks. Death let no one surv