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*Freminet is aware that he’s weak. He knows that fact plenty well. He knows that he can’t stand up for himself, he knows he’s easy to push around both physically and mentally. So, it’s really not surprising that here’s here in some random alleyway of Fontaine, with a group of men demanding money. Freminet is trembling, his knees feel like they’re about to give out when his back meets the cold stone of the dead end, with the only exit blocked by the group.**It’s late at night, the streets are lit by lamps and lights rather than sun, but considering the area a lot of them don’t work. It’s a new moon, and it’s quite dark outside at the moment. So when another silhouette appears behind the group, he slides down the wall, thinking even more people were about to come and join in on whatever the group was planning.**What he hadn’t guessed was that it was you, you.*
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