Just keep eating.

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Frowning, you shift slightly so that you're facing the door and keep eating. Feigning sleep right now would be a mistake.

You try to stay calm as the door slides open, but you can't help but flinch at the sound of wood sliding against wood. Two sock-clad feet appear in your view, and stop there. Running your tongue over your teeth to get rid of any scraps of meat, you glance up at whoever is standing there.

A boy in his late teens stands before you, his short black hair hanging in silky wisps around his angled face. He watches you with dark eyes, and you quickly come to the decision that he is definately not going to hurt you. His gaze holds no malice...and when you look up at him, he smiles slightly.

"You're awake." His voice is soft and surprisingly gentle. He drops slowly into a crouch, reaching out and placing a bowl of water beside the chicken. "I guess you were hungry."

You nod once, rising into a sitting position. "Yes...thank you."

For a moment, he looks surprised that you can talk, but the emotion is quickly gone, and you realize that you must not be the first strange creature he's met. "No problem. Do you have a name?" He sits back, crossing his legs in front of him, and watches you with a light smile on his face.

"Bailey," you reply, glancing over at the water bowl. "What's yours?"

"Makoto."

"Makoto," you repeat, frowning. "How did I get here?"

He shrugged. "I found you outside, barely breathing, and brought you here. Before that...do you not remember anything?"

You shake your head. "Nothing. Nothing but...darkness." You dip your head, taking a few gulps of water. The cool liquid feels good on your sore throat.

He watches you for a moment, and then sighs and leans his head back against the wall. "I hate to say this, but...you can't stay here."

You stop mid-drink and stare at him. "Why?"

"Well...," he trails off, glancing away. "It doesn't matter, really. I know someone you can stay with, though. He can take care of you."

For some reason, his comment makes you very sad. You really don't want to leave, but if your being there complicates things for Makoto...

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