11″your sitting in the corner of your cold dank stone cell, your wrists chained to the wall above your head, bloody and raw. Suffice to say: your not doing to good. You hear a noise out side your cell… oh my-… zane is standing outside your cell with tears in his eyes from the sight of his dear friend (you). y-… y/n… is it really you… I-it’s ok, I’m gonna get you outta here…
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