Just Run...
[A boy in tattered fishnets, torn bloodied shirt, and black platform boots was running. Running for his life. This time he knew he could make it. He could escape his life. His life of abuse, torture, neglect... Everything someone so young should never experience. He had to get away. He couldn't take it anymore.
It seemed no matter how fast he ran, his 'Pimp' was right on his tail. He watched every street corner, every alley, every motel, every car... No matter where Roxas ran, he was there to drag him back to the degrading life he grew to know.
Turning down an alley, he continued on, it seemed to grow darker and darker with every step. The sound of his pimp chasing him fading... Maybe he was falling behind... Maybe he could make it this time!
Once the sound of being followed had stopped, he realized he was surrounded in darkness... Then it soon faded into a dim lit hall...]
...W-Where am I?
[The terror was evident in his eyes... But regardless of where he was, he was safe from his pimp. But, how was he to know that where he ended up was better than where he was...?]

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I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I was just asking, you don't have to go back to wherever you came from.
[...not that he can, but. yeah, the knife has her a little distracted]
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I-I'm sorry... [ he put his small blade away. ]
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[gestures, motioning for him to look around.]
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I don't think so?
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Long story short, this place takes people from their worlds and puts them here. There's more than one of most people...
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Was it that bad?
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That's horrible...
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