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Skyla (Past) I froze in my place. I couldn't move the paddles of my bicycle as my foot suddenly got heavier. I wanted to go home, but I couldn't. My heart was saying to get the hell out of that alley and go home, but my mind was saying to me to follow that person and see what he was up to there. Did he kill someone? If not, then whose blood did I see on his clothes? Why did he enter that abandoned factory holding a knife in his hand? What is he up to, anyway? Is there someone going to lose their life in that person's hand? I have to save that person from his hand. He killed my foster parents before, but I am not going to let him kill anyone anymore. Why today? The first person I helped today was Suzie. And now I am going to rescue someone to whom that psycho killer is going to kill righ