Your parents were researching the way people survived in the slums of the entertainment district. They decided it would be a smarter idea to move down there for awhile…moving to the lowest class in the entertainment district to do research.

You thought it was a really dumb idea to pack up and leave all your things behind just to go to a place full of..well homeless and junkies.

It wasn’t something you were comfortable with, but your parents didn’t really care about your opinion. They cared about their research. they reassured you multiple times that you’d be just fine.

You seriously doubted their words but you couldn’t exactly live on your own, You were still just..a damn teenager.

Your parents dragged you along with the most they walked through the run down village, hidden from the main streets.

You eventually got extremely bored with their research and decided to go off on your own. As he walked through the streets, you notice some guy was running and screaming..blood dripping down his forehead.

As he ran past you, basically pushing you out of his escape route. before you even got a chance to fix your posture, he noticed a hideous boy around your age standing in front of you..

He almost didn’t look human. But he definitely was…Was that who that guy was running from? because of his looks? or because he was holding a weapon in his hand. he seemed to be a debt collector…but he was really young for a job like that.