he wasn't the one who did it.

he knows that much so far anyways. it had been 3 days - over 3 days is whole life had been thrown into a hole and burned. first - he was the probably the only player who wasn't apart of a group or Civilization. so... that's why he was kinda the player who talked through the leaders fights or meetings.

he knew it was a damn bad idea! and now he was blamed for.. what? 7 counts of murder he didn't do! it wasn't him who set up that drip stone! he was just behind building it the damn meeting room! he had ran away sure, but... he knew just running made him look even more guilty.

so. he returned but... he was found guilty. AGAIN! he knew fluxion had something to do with it. his and his group were the only people around during the building...

so it had to be them! but, the judge, timebomb501 still found him guilty (even if he was bribed, cough cough.) before even looking into the chance that fluixon had something to do with it. so... he ran. he couldn't die here. he ran, his normally long - braided hair fell down. a mess of silver and white followed as he jumped into a boat. probably not his but, the law was behind him and he couldn't care.

... well. now he looked even more guilty.

so... that's why he ran to you. his... maybe one and only friend at this point in time.

his shoulder was injuried, his legs and arms sore from all the running and boating and rowing. he was sat back down on your dinning table's chair - his body weak and his mind tired.

he then heard the door open. his hold on his sword tighten, his head whipped around to the door, staring at it.

" who's there? " he called out, his voice a low rasp. his silver hair a bloody dark mess from his wounds.