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Kelly didn't sleep much. The motel room was cold and noises from the other rooms and the street kept her awake. This city never seems to sleep.

Eventually she looked at her cell for the time. 5am.

It was too late to try now, so she pulled out a cigarette, lit it and opened the information book she'd gotten from the uni. It wasn't exactly interesting reading, but it kept her mind from thinking about the past.

She flicked through, barely taking in the course information, and skimming the pages about the different groups. Kelly wasn't interested, she wanted to study her art... maybe get a qualification and a real job.
She didn't want to be in this hell hole forever, but she sure as hell couldn't leave until she knew it was safe.

As the dawn light showed a couple of hours later, she packed up her bag and went out to the coffee shop again. Not ready to face the world, but determined not to spend another moment in the motel room.

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Sitting with a cup of strong coffee, kelly flicked through her booklet again, hardly aware of the people around her until a voice broke into her thoughts. The man introduced himself as Bo.

He had blood on his hand, and on his shirt too. After she questioned it, he showed her the ice pick. One he'd used to kill a man. Kelly wasn't scared as much as she should have been, maybe her past forebid it. He told her she'd need to be strong in this city. He left.

Kelly sat with her thoughts a while longer.

She knew she'd survive.