(- Prologue -)

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(Ok this Is kinda the reason why Ink became a Criminal)

Ink POV
The streets where lonely, I stepped into the alley. It was cold and I was afraid.
I wandered around, I was a orphan that escaped from the orphanage center.
I was one of the few lucky ones, none of them would survive there.

I walked on the glass, as they priced through my feet. I gasped in pain, then I felt the tears rolled down my eyes.
I pulled out a piece of glass out my foot, then walked again.

I saw other homeless people, they begged and pleaded for money or food.
But once I told them I was homeless too, they welcomed me.

"You ain't alone kid" one of them said passing me a ripped up old jacket.
"Yeah we all homeless like you" said another.
"Oh poor child!" Said a woman, who sat in a cardboard box.

"Aye kid maybe you like to join us" said a guy who sat by a fire pit.
They used old magazines and newspapers to build their own fire pit.
Even without education, I knew they where as smart as any survivalist.

I walked up to them as sat on a trashcan, the fire warmed me up.
I smiled at all of them, "t-thank you..."

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