[center]The girl turned a corridor, stopping short. Immediately, she felt a sinking feeling in her stomach and her grasp on the knife loosened. Looking back at her was a young boy, no older than fifteen, with short brown hair. [i]So innocent, so pure. What's a boy this young doing in a place like this?[/i] Come to think of it, the girl wasn't aware of her own age. She had yet to see herself in the mirror . .

[b]"Hey,"[/b] she said in a soft voice, not realizing how coarse her throat actually was. She had quite a thirst and needed some water desperately. [b]"Are you alright?"[/b][/center]