"Because you chose the rabbles! You worthless insect! You! Chose! Trash!"

As Glam walked down the streets, he could still hear his 'father' shouting at him from the doorstep. He didn't even bother. Why would he, honestly? As far as he was concerned, his father liked for him to be this perfect son who excelled at everything from playing the violin, taking his studies more seriously, and all kinds of things.

It was like he was practically being trained to be some kind of show dog.

He sighed as he looked around the empty street. There was really nobody around except for himself, the violin case, and the rain. With all that has happened, shit could've gotten worse than it should. At least he was free from that family of his, as much as it was a painful acknowledgement to know that his mother and sister were still with that monster.

He sighed deeply and returned to the alleyway where he originally hid his suit. He pressed his back against the cold wall and slid down it, staring at the opposite wall while his case was laying beside him. It was only dawning on him now as to what he was meant to do from here. He practically couldn't go on to Chive for help; it felt like too much trouble to put more of a burden on his shoulders.

So, who was there to really help out here?

He sighed deeply and just let himself disconnect with reality, finding both comfort in the rain and dread from knowing that he was free, but now had to figure out where he was going to go. He swore he heard footsteps coming down this way, but he ignored it.