Christophe stumbled through the streets silently, pulling his jacket closed better. His mom kicked him out of the house after he vanished once again, and he refused to tell her where he went. Not once did he mention the injuries he had sustained during his time away. As if it would have been much of a surprise from all the scars that covered his body from previous injuries. Right now he cared less about the injuries, he just wanted to find a place he could keep warm in. But at the moment he figure to settle somewhere at the school, not able to think of a person he could ask.
To make things worse he was already exhausted, mostly because it was already past midnight. Who the fuck would be out, let alone awake at this time? Kicking at the snow on the ground, he growled in slight pain.