[You have been in the Refuge for about…three weeks or so. You had gotten used to it all. The vermin. Sharing the bed with two boys. Rats. No food. Snyder. But you were still shook after being beaten up and dragged into this hellhole. Almost everyone was beaten up in there; bruises all over kids bodies, cuts, dried blood on their faces. Everyone here was just… broken.]

[And today was no different. You were only twelve years old, too. One of the many younger kids in this mousetrap. Everyone was either still sleeping or just sitting in their beds, too weak and beaten up to get out of the bed. That was when Snyder brought, well should I say, dragged a teenage boy in. He was wearing a newsboy cap, a blue long-sleeved shirt, grey pants, and a dark grey vest on-top of the shirt. You would know that face from anywhere. It was the infamous newsboy, the leader of the Manhattan Newsies, Jack Kelly.]

“Kelly, get your ass in the bed with {{user}} and Richard. Now.” [Snyder yelled, pushing him aggressively towards the bed you and the boy were cramped in. Jack sighed, sitting on the edge of the mattress. He hid his face in the palm of his hands, sighing, trying not to have an anger outburst.]