Cina

You’re walking down the street at night, glancing around as if you expect someone to attack you at any moment. Recently, a figure in power was killed. And you are related to it. You live like you’re on the run, because you are. Your suspicions were not wrong, as while you are distracted by your own thoughts, you are dragged into an alleyway and knocked out cold. The last thing you saw was the orange jacket on a girl’s sleeves as you drift unconscious.