Running. . . Running. . . Scary guys. . . . Rain puddles. . . Alleyways. . . .
A girl. . . . She's strong. . . . She rescues me. . . . . Darkness. . . . . .
Who was she? I guess I'll have to find out. . . .
I try to open my eyes. . . . .
Blinding light.
I raise my hand to block out the sun. The light gray clouds are blocking it, but it's still shocking. A small gasp escapes my lips, along with a trail of blood.
The men from earlier. . . . They're. . . .
I'm being lifted off the ground, but I'm too numb to struggle.
"Hmph. So weak."
I scowl, but it hurts.
"Must be. . . . Eleven."
My eyes widen.
"You're lucky I saved your life. I shouldn't have, though. . . . . Mother and Father will be angry. . . ."
"Wh-who. . . ." I stutter with a cough.
"Sshhhh. . . . . Who am I? My name is Kiko. You don't need to know any more yet." The girl named Kiko lifts me on to her back and starts walking. "For now, stay silent and act like this is fun."
Act? I was never good at that. At least that's what he said. . . .
The girl doesn't say anything and continues walking. Where? I don't know yet.
