[center][b]4:52, November 27th 2019
Sisters of Mercy Women's Shelter; Hub City, Illinois[/b]

As he munched on the sugar cube, he noticed the Lady in Red's pupils dilate as he did so, more than likely in want of whatever he was munching on. Without a second thought, he pulled out another sugar cube, tossing it her way. "Figured you wanted one. Not going to judge. Keeps me going, might keep you going as well." She continued to talk, saying how she was a native and grew up in the Wedge. He grunted, "Grew up in Wedge as well. Was an orphan, too. Saw worst of world as a child. Part of what motivates me now."

The Lady in Red hesitated for a bit after he asked if she had questions, more than likely in shock of the fact that an urban legend, a myth meant to keep criminals up at night, was [i]speaking to her[/i]. He couldn't blame her. Had this happened to him, he would've fainted by now. Finally, she asked her questions. He had to bite back a laugh. [i]Yes[/i], he [i]had[/i] gotten beaten up before. What mistakes did he make? He would have to write an essay to list them all off, though it all linked back to three things: hastiness, narcissism, and carelessness.

"Got beaten up before. First night, went after an entire gang. Was lucky to escape with my life. Beat me to a pulp, left me in ditch. Managed to force myself to walk to hospital. Reasons: hadn't a care, too reckless, too arrogant. Thought I was on top of the world. Wasn't. Night taught me a lesson in humility. No matter how great you think you are, always someone stronger. Best not find out the hard way." 

Question had uncrossed his arms, pacing whilst he talked. "Conclusion: go back to my main point. Be careful. Be calculating. And make sure your willpower is strong enough to stand what you may encounter, lest you go insane from the revelation of the vile things people are capable of." He paused, then turned back to her. "Apologies. Go on tangents sometimes. Out of my control."[/center]