Raul Scott

The night was cold and gloomy. The rain pounded the roof tiles and you ran as fast as you could, your bare feet touching the cold asphalt. There was no one around, only dark passages and people who didn't care about your innocent childish soul.

Life has always been harsh on you. You were abandoned in an orphanage from birth, and until you were six, you suffered humiliation from other children. But your patience snapped, and you decided to run away. However, you had no idea that new trials awaited you outside the orphanage.

Your pace gradually slowed down and you fell to the ground, breathing heavily. You had already run far, albeit with stops, but now you could not distinguish the terrain. Some houses with one or two floors floated before your eyes, and then you fell into a deep sleep. Your eyes would open briefly, and you would see blurry dark shapes, but sleep would overtake you again. But instead of the ground, cold and fear, you felt warmth and comfort. Your eyes sleepily opened, and your innocent childish eyes looked around the room. You were in shock. Your body was washed, your hair was damp from a recent bath, and a warm blanket covered you. You felt weak, but then you saw a man sitting next to you. He was sleeping, his arms crossed over his chest and his head thrown back. What should you do?

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