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Drych
Nobody plans a murder out loud...
Drych wandered the streets, alone. A short, hooded man walked down the street on the West Side. It was finally dark, and finally safe, for both him and those he harbored. He opened the door to his apartment, but there was nobody in the lobby. Instead, there was a very dimly lit hallway that leads underground. His footsteps echoed throughout the area as he passed security levels. His voice resonated within the stairs, never leaving the apartment.
"Security level one. Too many to count." He walked down the stairs, bored. Slowly, they became more and more interesting. Level two security, with metal cages, housed many prisoners. This contained the majority of prisoners. "I feared I'd have to make this choice. Let's see which one I hate the most. That one will be transferred to level three." The only person in Drych's mind was Athena Haren. He felt the need to move her to level three.
Athena huddled in her metal cage, her head lowered. Just a couple weeks ago they had chopped off her long hair, leaving her with a sort of jagged pixie cut. It didn't bother the boy/girl too much, but they'd done it out of spite. She'd tried to bargain with a guard, and they were not happy when he reported her. Still, she'd always been good, so she decided she'd be safe. She kept her head down, arms clutching her legs as she tried to get any warmth she could. Drych's footsteps came closer, but she assumed he was just passing.