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He had asked for her name again. Abby at first was hesitant. But his smile calmed her nerves. ‘Trust him.’ A voice inside her head said. So she did. “I’m Abby, Abby Raiden. I’m not in any data bases except for running from my orphanage nine years ago. I’m unknown to police that I know of and I don’t have any records since I was eight. Other than that it’s what you see. Other than I’m a freak there isn’t really much to know.” She said holding her true identity a secret.

"Well now that that is over with if you’re ready to go our destination is Little Italy. Let's go" He extends his hand down to help her up and they take off towards Little Italy. She wondered why anyone would willingly go into Little Italy unless it was for food or dirty business. She hadn’t heard many good things coming out of that part of the city. Of course the Red District wasn’t any better. She chuckled at her thought. ‘Who am I to judge,’ she thought. ‘I lived on the streets for nine years I don’t really know the good from bad anyways. I should be locked up myself.’ She looked up at the young man again. He seemed older than he appeared. She knew he had seen things, both good and bad things.