He just escaped. He is free. Ezrik will come. Yes.. he.. he will come.

...

Tziu was crawling in the dark streets, searching the trash cans for leftovers and even remainings of alcohol. He groaned and banged his head on the harsh stone ground, letting out a low growl.

He had been waiting for a year now. Ezrik still wasn't there. It's alright. He kept looking for food. Hungry.. his stomach growls. His leg hurts. Everything hurts.

He kept crawling around, until he heard footsteps. He started growling.