In a busy street stood a fat girl, looking for someone.
She took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her face. Her eyes scanned the dark side streets and beggars.
A skinny, fifteen-year-old boy looked desolate as he watched his surroundings. Others may consider him to be an ordinary street urchin, but she knew how special he was.
She walked to him and stood in front of him. He looked up warily.
The fat girl took a purse out of the pocket and rummaged through it. She took a 100-dollar bill and waved it before him. Blankly, she stated, "I have to talk to you for an hour. A Hundred dollars now, a hundred dollars after an hour. Nothing creepy. Just go with me to McDonald's for a meal."
He stared fixedly at the bill, and after a short contemplation, he took the bill, stood up, and followed her in. She asked what he wanted, and he ordered a few burgers, fries, and a Coke. She took the same drink, but had nothing to eat.
After receiving their food, she searched for a secluded place to eat and talk. He followed obediently with his tray. They sat across from each other, and he began wolfing down his meal.
"You have to listen until I finish, no matter how unbelievably it sounds." She took her handkerchief out again. She played with it after wiping new sweat. Furthermore, she took a few gulps of cola and waited until she got affirmation from him.
First, he just shot a glance at her before continuing to eat. Then, as she stopped speaking, he looked up again and, seeing her gaze, he nodded.
She took a deep breath. "You are the protagonist of this world." She paused, but didn't look at him, continuing to play with the handkerchief, plucking it slowly.
Her teeth started to chatter, and sweat poured from her forehead.
"Your name is Lance Walker; you were born on 31.3.20XX. You are now fifteen years old. Presumably, orphaned." Her finger started to tremble.
He tensed for a moment, but listened as she continued. "But that's not true." Her voice started cracking.
"You were kidnapped as a kid. You were imprisoned, and I know what they did to humiliate you... you had to drink and eat out of a bowl on the floor, barking like a dog." Her arms and legs started to twitch as she pressed her teeth together, trying to bear the pain.
She would rather not reopen the wounds of the protagonist, but otherwise he would never believe her.
He froze for a moment after hearing her. Then, he reached for his folding knife and pressed it to her neck. He still chewed the rest of his burger languidly while holding the knife, leaning over the table.
He had to move the knife to avoid hurting her, as she shook like a leaf, her face red and drenched in sweat.
"You...h-h-have no r-r-reason to be hostile a-a-a...a-against me." She stammered.
She took deep breaths, trying to stay calm. "Y-y-you w-w-will have a happ-happy e-e-end."
He snorted at that.
The redness on her face subsided, and instead, she started to look deathly pale. Her sweat turned cold, and she knew she had to hurry. She moved her hand to the knife he was holding, sliding her fingertip against the blade. He flinched back and sat back down in shock.
She showed him her fingertip, and he stared at it in wonder. After a time, despite it being a deep wound, there was no blood.
The shock on his face was evident.
She did her best to keep her finger still so he could see, but after a bit, she failed and trembled again. He grabbed her finger, moving it before his eyes so he could see. Then he rubbed the wound and pinched her finger. There was no blood.
He scrutinized her. She was chubby, with black hair and eyes, having her hair tied in a messy bun. She wore an oversized black T-shirt, looking mediocre beyond compare.
Furthermore, she let his eyes wander over her and waited until he digested what he saw.
Meanwhile, she tried to ignore the shrill sound in her head. Roaring,
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