Heavy footsteps approach the boy. He does not look up, but rather attempts to back further into the wall. However, his legs are too weak and he falls back. Lying on the filthy ground, he hears a gruff voice call to him, but he can't discern the syllables the man speaks. He is drained of stamina, and his world goes black.

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      The youth awakens from his slumber to a strange clamor. A disturbing scraping sound fills his ears. Confused, he pries open his eyes. When they focus, he finds himself to be staring at a grainy ceiling. No longer in a familiar place, he becomes wary of his surroundings. Looking around, he discovers that he is not alone. He sees a man, quite possibly the same one from earlier. The male is sharpening a blade, that being the source of the horrid scraping.

      "You got a name, Kid?" Startled, he looks up at the question, the boy nods. Opening his mouth, he responds in a broken, scratchy voice, "It's Levi. Who.." The lad trails off, uncertain.

"The name's Kenny."

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Wow, is this called almost being responsible? Actually posting? Woah.

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