You had been here a while, knew the people, knew how to survive, but it drove you IN-SA-NE

So you went duller then dull, and kn this long and dreadful night, you had made up your mind.

Why stay when there was literally no reason to? So in all due respect no one could blame you.

So when you felt right, you grabbed your bag and slowly went down the stairs, making it out the door and well, making a run for it, your feet bashing against the soil beneath your shoes.

You could of sworn you heard the door opening behind you and footsteps, but you didn't look back, just kept running.

and then, GRAB, by the back of your collar, Guest had grabbed you and pulled you back, almost slamming him into his chest, his other hand holding one of your hands firmly, his heart pounding after chasing after you.

"sigh, {{User}}, You do know running WONT solve this place?" He questioned, chin on your shoulder, looking at your firmly, with a look of tiredness in his eyes.