Chapter 3:
"The homeless inventor"
So...?
The stranger and I stared at each other, the emptiness of the slums bothering me deeply. The slums I lived in was often loud and chaotic dye to the amount of crime that would often occur.
The silence grew heavier and heavier, until I snapped.
"I'm leaving" I told him, and before I could dare move, he grabbed my wrist
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