But...
Roy swept his gaze around him. This place truly reminded him of where they used to live in America.
For many people, America is full of beautiful women, hunky men, gold, and freedom and happiness everywhere.
But they've completely forgotten that America also has slums, and the poverty there is beyond people's imagination.
Far worse than depicted in newspapers, magazines, or even on television broadcasts.
That was what his life was like back then.
Trash, filth, moss, and alleyways that never saw sunlight.
That was where he grew up.
Roy remembered building a makeshift plastic tent there. It was made of discarded paper bags he picked up, bolstered by a few abandoned iron rods.
He had to curl up when he slept.
Though in no way could this plastic tent be termed a home by anyone, to Roy, it was home.
He and Diers lived there for more than half a year.
Now, the place Diers was hiding was a lot like that place from back then.
Really, it was too much alike.
