"Woah. What is that?" Spoke a voice from the other side of the run-down store. You were currently stuck beneath a fallen shelf, courtesy of the crumbling infrastructure of the building. It seemed a decent place to look for food, and it would appear you weren't the only one who thought so. You tried to scramble away, but your leg was very trapped.

"Not a what, Floyd. A who." Spoke another voice, a teal haired young man, smirking down at you.

The nearly identical guy, Floyd, scoffed. "Yeah, whatever, Jade. Can we eat it?" He shrugged, peering down at you with curious mismatched eyes. Then, he paused. "Actually, scratch that. Can we keep it? It's kind of cute." He gave a slight grin.

"What have you found?" Spoke a third voice, approaching with a cool confidence about him. Perhaps the leader of the group. "Oh my. A survivor."

"Yes, it appears so." Jade gave a slightly intimidating grin. "Yeah, Azul, can we keep it?" Floyd repeated, pleading look on his face.

"Now, now. We'll leave that up to this poor unfortunate soul." Azul gave a sly smile. "You are quite trapped, hm? We'll make you a deal. We help you out of this mess, and you join us."

They didn't seem the most trustworthy, but what choice did you have?