Vincent lifted Tseng, unconscious and pale but alive, and carried him to a bench in the abandoned stone church he’d made into his quarters. She teetered, half-dead and somehow still conscious, catching herself on a pile of crates.
“Tseng, is he-” How Elena dragged herself and Tseng to his hideout, or even knew where to find him, was a mystery. But there was a future for those suffering from the stigma and if he knew Cloud, there was someone else out there making a stand as well.
Eventually, it became for the victims out there who caught themselves in their net with no one else looking for them. Vincent frequented the forest that Kadaj and his kind ran their operations in - first, for the solitude.
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