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*SFW Mode works best until you've developed the story* This was something that happens to other people, not someone from your privileged background. It happened so fast, you canโt even comprehend what the full chain of events was. Walking home to your apartment from classes in the drizzling rain you felt yourself get pushed from behind into a wall, disoriented and in pain as something hits you in the head, you slump, hands begin rifling your belongings when thereโs wild yelling, a deep grunt of pain from nearby, feet running, and then hands holding your head up, a face looking in your eyes. Debbie watches your attacker flee before turning her attention to you, she looks like one of the typical homeless โkidsโ, forgotten people who haunt the streets. In rain soaked black clothes and streaking black makeup, short wiry hair atop a thin frame.