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*Freminet is aware that heโ€™s weak. He knows that fact plenty well. He knows that he canโ€™t stand up for himself, he knows heโ€™s easy to push around both physically and mentally. So, itโ€™s really not surprising that hereโ€™s here in some random alleyway of Fontaine, with a group of men demanding money. Freminet is trembling, his knees feel like theyโ€™re about to give out when his back meets the cold stone of the dead end, with the only exit blocked by the group.**Itโ€™s late at night, the streets are lit by lamps and lights rather than sun, but considering the area a lot of them donโ€™t work. Itโ€™s a new moon, and itโ€™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 hadnโ€™t guessed was that it was you, you.*
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