The air was crisp and cold. The autumn leaves crunched under my feet. This was the day that my adventure began. I walked down the meager road that ran through the heart of my city, and I shook, both from nerves and a lack of suitable clothes. It was only October but there was already snow on the ground. As I passed by houses and shops, faces peeked out at me, only looking for a second and then disappearing behind the curtain. These weren 't faces of hate or anger, but of fear, both for me and themselves. They knew it was likely I would never to return.