Snippet #2583473

Arc Cantos woke up from his sleep, his heart beating quickly. He had just had another nightmare. Of course, it was that same dream every night. The dream was about the same man doing the same thing every night; the man he had killed in the fire, known only as Arc's master, was once again doing despicable things to Arc. He knew it was just a dream, but it always felt so real. Like he was living it again.

After awaking, Arc soon calmed down and changed in the old apartment building, far away from any windows. He had brought seven pairs of clothing from the house of terrors, plus a few towels he also packed into the suitcase. It had almost cost his life, but it was better than nothing. If he ever got dirty, luckily there was a public pool a few blocks away, complete with soap. No one seemed to notice him.

However, he shouldn't shower today, he showered yesterday and he still was clean. Maybe he should find a job somewhere, preferably somewhere no one will care about the scars. He was a good while away from the ruins of the house, and no one had reported anything about what happened, or at least, it hadn't spread here.

He had about 1,500 credits in his account. His master set one up who knows how long ago, and deposited every time Arc was "good", until the day the man had died. The man also left 1,000 in his card, and Arc was somehow able to transfer it into his own account left by his master. Someone had made the accounts virtually untraceable, so that's why master had chosen it.

After he changed and put his hood up on his sleeveless hoodie, he left through the back (where no one would see him) and began attempting to find a place that was hiring in the urban area.