I ran away from everything back then. It was killing me, so I let it.

[ the memory fades, but trades places with another. now in the slums of a busy fantasy-ass city, young nodd in less fancy clothing (but PANTS, beautiful pants). he speaks in thieves cant, hand-gestures and glances, with a few other youths. his hair short but eyes not yet dark all around with that permanent raccoon mask he has nowadays. his jaw has a dark bruise from a recent fight. since he won, it's not a problem.

the rift loses energy and spits them free after that. ]

I think they changed their safety policies at the school after my 'tragic passing,' but I don't know anything for sure. Didn't go back.