Hey, I'm Jenine, or Nox as some would prefer to call me, I'm what would APPEAR to be an everyday punk that most would assume simply wasn't raised right. With me that's not really the case though. The thing is I didn't have anybody to really raise me at all since I was 4 years old. My entire family was brutally slaughtered at that age and nobody ever found out who or WHAT did it. I'm 16 now and manage to live life pretty well for someone who lives on the streets. I have a job, I have clothes, and can afford food and water when I really need it. At this point I thought the mysteries, the horror, and the memories would be over and done with by now, whether they were solved or not. I was wrong... oh, so very wrong...
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