Stepping out into the extreme cold, his layers of clothing doing little to shield his body against the gnawing, frigid air; his Monster once again sternly forcing his participation in an endeavor, which neither instilled appreciation in the boy, nor actually taught him anything due to the noteworthy ambition, not being his education, betterment or well-being, but from a place of deep hatred and resentment, as punishment, for reasons unknown to the boy, reasons only known to the Monster. The boy had long suspected that his Monster hated him, but the boy couldn’t bring himself to think like that, although the Monster did little to try…