|[Despite past disturbances, Marcella's area was peaceful. It was rare trouble came it's way and when it did it was (Nero Kings) -

- usually resolved within the hours. The last occurrence, she recalls, was when a few boys who were no older than 15 (Nero Kings) -

- were caught rummaging around in one of her neighbour's trash cans. She didn't agree with their arrest. It was (Nero Kings) -

- as clear as day the boys had been starving, clinging on for life- they were on a last resort. She tried not to dwell (Nero Kings) -

- on the random thought, pursing her lips and settling down in an armchair near her television, legs folded in front (Nero Kings) -

- of her.]| Nero Kings

|[There had been something off about that night. Something she couldn't quite figure out. Well, that was until (Nero Kings) -

- someone unfamiliar to the girl had managed to work their way into her house. At first the figure was completely (Nero Kings) -

- anonymous; she'd had no sense of gender, hadn't even caught a glimpse of their features. It was only when (Nero Kings) -

- rough arms had encircled her that she'd figured it was a man. That or a woman with amazingly strong arms. Marcella (Nero Kings) -

- spent a few minutes attempting to struggle against the confines of the strangers embrace but was forced to halt (Nero Kings) -

- said attempts when she felt something pierce her skin. A needle. Despite her best efforts at keeping her, (Nero Kings) -

/ ignore the , wtf / consciousness, darkness soon engulfed her, aided by the drug in her veins.]| Nero Kings