Honestly, I don't miss my old home, They didn't believe in me, they mistreated me, hated me, left me to die under a bridge. So when I heard the blaring sirens and saw the blue lights, I instinctively knew were coming for me, I ran. Ran to where I knew they wouldn't find me, the sewer lines. I had figured out on a previous run that they led to a huge cavern underneath the lake. When I got to my 'secret hideout' I found shelves laden with all kinds of knives on one wall, a row of targets lining the other. the weirdest part o all this was the person sitting in a star of knives in the middle of the cavern.
This is my life and if your lucky you won't be a part of it.
