"Emily woke up feeling dizzy. Her whole world was spinning. She sat up, now feeling nausea hit her like a brick. "Hey, woah, calm down. It gonna be ok, can you understand what I'm saying?" a man with hort black hair, and blue eyes stood, next to and above her small figure. "Where am i?" she asked, with a sleepy and quite voice. "Your in Left Handle. A place for youngsters that keep them safe from any thing trying to harm you." "Why would anyone want to hurt us?" "Well, lets say, superhumans are on their menu."Public Domain
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