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A headache had increased its intensity since Lee began to walk into this damp and abandoned lumber mill that had now been retrofitted by the students’ of Grand Ridge. Everywhere he saw, is a person laughing with someone else, or someone holding their drinks while chatting about something. There are also those that prefers to sit in the dark corner and using their phones. They all wear their black jackets with hoodies covered their heads, listening to music by their earbuds and moving their finger with an incredible speed that people like Lee could not even think off. But they too, talk with others around them. And others talk. And it seems that he had once again, becoming a lone wolf. Other around him fed him with rumors of others, why is this place abandoned, and stories that seem nothing more than myth and folklores about the town. There is just too much information that his brain could handle. And his fear start to come back when someone shout a syllable that are similar to “Lee." He swears at that moment everyone started to look at him with their mouth opened and closed. Some smiles while others grin when looking at him. He could felt the attention of the whole place shifting on his shoulder, making him to felt heavy. Lee started to mumble, his hands begin to shake again, and something taste fishy began to flow upward from his stomach. The jacket is now covering a shirt that was soaking wet at his back although the temperature is cool enough for everyone to felt comfortable with. Slowly, Lee started to bite his finger nail on the left hand, a bad habit that seem to lose in his memories. With each bite that chipped part of his nail away, Lee began to feel lighter, less stress about the situation around him. He don't know how long he had stayed there, bitting his nail. But a few minutes later, he tasted something salty and sweet flowing out from his left index finger. And without realizing it, Lee started to suck on it, sucking whatever that is coming out from his index finger until it the liquid stop to flow and replace by pain. And the pain snapped him out from whatever the state he is in and allows him to distinguish the unchanged environment around him. Still that laughter coming out from the nearby group of friends, still that blue light on those people faces, and those eyes that still dwell on him. Lee could even saw a girl looking at him before turning her head back to her group friends, laughing about something. And it seems his brain could not take this extreme toll of punishments as Lee began feeling something rushing up from his stomach. It was fishy, salty, and having a strange odor that penetrated his smelling for a moment. As a reflex, Lee used his left hand to cover his mouth, feeling the liquid to slowly flow back to his stomach. Lee mind started imagining what the liquid is, a combination of blood, bile, water that he drank before coming here, and something that he could not even think about.

Suddenly, a voice from someone that Lee knew had pull him out from this odd moment. Changing his head to where the location coming from, he saw an African American that is about the same age as him. The guy is much better build than him, relatively stronger and more muscular compare to Lee's slender and thin build. And he was the guy that invited him from to this chaotic party. And Lee appreciated it.
Lee smile, offering his right hand while looking at his friend that he made in this strange continents. But the feeling of uncomfortable is still remained unfix on his face, as his eyebrows become a little bit closer to each other than its normal state. But Lee, unwary about his facial expression, smile when he had found his friend in this mob, making him to be a little bit meaner and devilish. 

[color=FFD700]"I'm fine."[/color] Lee grinned while shaking his head to show that Samson that he is completely fine about this place.[color=FFD700] "Could you show me more about this place? For I'm very eager to know more about my neighborhood." [/color]

Lee still holds his right hand out, waiting for Samson to shake it. Afterall isn't that is the normal way to introduce yourself? And at Lee's back, where the stage is held, the light flickered before changing into a velvet color.