55 Receiving Some Unwanted Attention

This walk that I was making right now, it felt like it needed a funeral march to accompany it. I could hear the sounds that were inside my head, and it made me think of scary movies, death, and oddly enough, Star Wars.

Now was not the time to start remembering my previous life. Now was not the time to start thinking and feeling like a girl that had literally been helpless up until the day that she died. Now was the time to plan, plot, and escape.

I wanted to run. I wanted to get away. Dammit I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. What was I going to do? How could I get away from Boberre? What can I do to save myself? As of right now, I just didn't know.

I had only ever been to the market once before, so it wasn't like I knew anything about the city at all. This place was large and scary, not to mention that it was filled to the brim with werewolves. I didn't want to meet someone worse than my current captor.