Sometimes, every so often, Jin wished they did drugs. If only to have an escape. This day had been far too much already, and Jin was reaching the breaking point.

During Pondwater’s little villain speech, Jin felt themselves getting angrier and angrier, to the point where they were clenching their jaw and fists in an attempt to not speak. How dare this man speak about what he didn’t know? Some lofty position like a president knew nothing about what it was like on the ground. People who fell through the cracks were often shoved there, stomped down by everyone else trying to get ahead and above. How dare he assumed it was some kind of moral failing on their part? But Jin kept their mouth shut. Somehow, they knew that if they spoke out, it would make things worse.  

Unfortunately, they were quickly proven correct, as the largest of their group had an unwise outburst. It seemed Jin wasn’t the only one who found this man’s attitude absolutely disgusting. This seemed to trigger something in the man, and before Jin knew what was what, there were… things… in front of them. To call them animals was too generous. These, Jin hesitated to think, could only be referred to as monsters. Admittedly Jin hated to use the word. Similar epithets had been thrown at them for various reasons during their life. But until they had time to think of a proper name for these creatures, monsters was it.

Then things got stranger. As they were surrounded, some vaguely familiar blue haired chick (with absolutely terrifying knockers) showed up ready to fight. She told them all to run, and Jin needed little prompting. They started booking it as fast as their short legs would carry them. Which was actually quite fast; a speed borne of absolute terror of the unknown behind them.

“What the actual hell is going on!” They knew no answers would be readily available yet, which made them want to live all the more. If only to figure out what fresh and new hell this was.