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The night was quiet, broken only by the occasional splashing of the waves on the shores and the snores from some deep-sleepers.
Jason stirred awake as he felt someone tugging at his fingers.
He only had five fingers currently, and the person was dragging particularly at his middle finger.
'My ring.'
Any trace of drowsiness that was in him disappeared instantly, replaced by a sharp clarity as opened his eyes, the same way he did on the day of his birth.
He got up in a flash, grabbing the person by the finger to prevent them from running away.
The person whimpered under his grip, the bones in the fingers were broken from the strength behind the grip.
'You thought you could steal my space ring.' Jason didn't voice out the thoughts he had.
It was a girl that decided to turn crook.
Black short hair, black eyes, an average face, black clothing.
In other words, unremarkable.