Chapter 2

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Quiet as the night, the girl pushed open the door of the abandoned house. She hadn't been here in years and as a result, it had become creaky and dusty. The door screeched as it swung forward , and the girl winced. Even though there was nobody around, she was still in constant fear of being caught. Quickly, she stepped into the house, shutting the door softly behind her.
      Looking around the small room, it was apparent that nobody had been there in years. The shabby rug on the floor was coated in a thick layer of dust and the single armchair in the middle of the room was flea-bitten and full of holes. The only thing in the room that was seemingly untouched was a small silver picture frame, sitting atop an old stool in the corner of  the room.
      The girl finished looking around the room and headed straight for the photo, gently picking it up in her calloused hands. The photograph itself was slightly crinkled on the edges, but the frame had kept it safe from the unforgiving embrace of time. As she sat down on the stool that had once been the picture's home, the girl carefully fingered the edges of the frame.
      The photo was of the girl, long before she had embarked on her life of crime. Long before tragedy had struck her life, leaving her to fend for herself. This photo showed the girl when she was 10 years old, happily smiling with her parents and two brothers. The photo had been the girl's favorite, so for her birthday her father had given it to her in a handmaiden frame.
      As the girl once again gazed at the frame, her eye caught on a small word, engraved into the corner of the frame. And suddenly, she remembered. She remembered her father's words as he placed the finished frame into her small hands and whispered in her ear.

"Now you'll never forget who you are."

The girl looked back at the word, the name carved into the silver of the frame. Her name. Ruby.

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