Roman nodded, clinging to Virgil. Eventually, there was banging on the front door. The prince held his breath as footsteps echoed throughout the house.
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But, despite the pursuer looked, they skipped over one vital location; the hiding spot. Soon after, they left the house. Roman waited for a minute or two, before whispering,
"Are they gone...?"
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Things weren’t looking good for Emile. You see, a couple of thugs who were working for the aliens had just beat up and robbed the poor guy. He now lay in an alleyway, bleeding and unconscious. He wore Remy’s jacket, the last thing he had left of his crush.
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Remy was just walking around, looking for someone to rob or just any sort of supplies. He saw some aliens, and so he quickly turned into an alleyway, tripping over what felt like a corpse. The thing that made Remy think, however, was the fact that it was still warm. So he took a closer look and realized that it was not a corpse, but just an extremely injured, vaguely familiar living person. He figured that this person could be useful, and so he started patching up their injuries so they wouldn't be a corpse.
