[chapter : 1 : tom]

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where was he?

fuck

he tapped his gloves against the wall behind him. they were extrasensory, them having hard pads that send signals to his brain about his surroundings. kind of like how a bat used echolocation.

why was he using these? 

he was blind. well, not blind. his eyes had been scooped out, rendering them useless at a young age. 

the signals were closed in. i must be in an alley.

he tried to get up, but winced, sitting back down. what had happened? 

oh yeah.

he had gotten beat up.

how bad was the injuries? 

he felt the source of his wince, his chest.

it burned. how hard had they hit him? what had they hit him with?

he felt a liquid dribble onto his hand. he assumed it was blood.

feeling lightheaded, he passed out.

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