February 27, 1999 . . . the day she won't ever forget.
It's the day she escaped that hellish prison, a place that still haunts her dreams. She finds herself in a whole new world as she opens her eyes and was met by a strange group of peers, allies t...
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It's been a month since you escaped but in the end, the freedom you wanted was all a lie.
You aren't free. Sure, you're not being held in a small white room like a patient in a psychiatric hospital anymore but you're still hiding. In a huge rundown house that's big enough to be a mansion, is where you locked yourself away from your captors. All that effort felt wasted now that you have no idea of what to do. You have no power, no one by your side, nothing. All you have is your stand yet you still couldn't go outside without being in constant fear of being spotted. What are you supposed to do now? They didn't even give you a plan of what you should do once you're outside. And what about the potential they always babbled about? Where is it when you need it? It frustrates you whenever you think about it. What do they even see in you that you couldn't see? Have they gone delusional because of their stay there? It wouldn't be a surprise if that's the case.
Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes and adjusted your vision despite the migraine you were feeling. It was already bright and sunlight is seeping through the tattered curtains.
You glanced at the place you called your room, it was disheveled. The floorboards creaked whenever something moved and the windows can be barely opened because of its rusty hinges. You smiled, this is the place you called home and it didn't matter how bad its state is, it's free and it gave you enough protection so you couldn't really ask for more.
It wasn't as messy and dirty as people would imagine an abandoned house to be. You still take good care of it despite the lack of materials needed to fully fix it. All you need is clean water from the nearby creek and a piece of cloth to clean the house.
Glancing at the suitcase on the corner of your room, you were reminded of why were you in constant fear and anxiety.
From the documents Brair handed to you, you found out that the members of that organization still live their normal everyday lives, hiding in the sea of innocent civilians and blending in. That alone had a big impact on how you perceive and act whenever there's people around. You couldn't just trust anyone, who knows, maybe that one kind barista or that gorgeous baker in a nearby cafe is one of the people that kept you imprisoned. But you wouldn't get any food if you don't go outside, leaving you with no other choice but to steal or take the leftovers from the garbage on the back of restaurants. Both are the easiest way to get food and doesn't cost you a lot of time enough to draw unwanted attention, as long as you're sneaky.
Today is the same as the others, tend the house and hide, that's all you do.
So you stood up to finally begin your daily life, kicking the lilac blanket off of your body. Rushing to the front yard that's hidden by the tall trees and walls, you climbed onto the wall and rummaged through the trash can. Jackpot, you just found a newspaper on the bench sitting near the bin and an unfinished box of meal. You sighed in disappointment when you saw a paper pasted on the box, saying 'Man, this is shitty. '. You know why people do that and that is to bring down the restaurant owners. Most of the time it was because of a personal issue and they knew that the staff throwing the garbage away will see it. You found it nothing but petty, they're wasting food and money just because they don't like someone. How childish.
