It had been a hour, Xeno was well into the unseen parts of the city.
the Slums.
He walked, a sharp knife in hand, nose runny from the previous experience.
It must've been his fault, he caused the debt, he caused the fights. he was why his father drank.
The poor boy, all cradled in his thoughts, continued down the street.
He fought for money.
he fought to make it better. but it was never enough.
day after day, he fought the fellow members of the slums, often taking their money, or them taking his.
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"THIS ONES FOR YOU!, FUCKFACE!" Said a member of the slums, punching Xeno in the face.
The world went black. besides a faint echo of the words of the attacker.
"This is what you deserve, you asshole!"
A stomp to the face.
"Take this!"
a kick to the stomach.
black overcame.
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