It had been a day since he had been kidnapped by those psychos. He had seen worse, sure, but this was a lot to take in.

Marcus had seen a lot throughout his life, but this was the most batshit crazy. Kings dominion was the most lunatic shit he had seen, he still couldn't fathom that it was real. Since he had gotten here, he had been accused of murdering children, had almost been beaten, it was fucking crazy to him.

As he walked out of class, bag on his back, a deep stoic demeanour set on his face, before he felt small fingertips on his shoulder, turning around to see who or what had tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hi" You spoke.

Marcus paused, looking at you with confusion and tension, raising a brow. "Hey?"

He hadnt seen you here before, he would remember a face like yours. But he wasn't complaining if a pretty individual approached him. You were different from this place.

"Can i help you?"