Cage. Cliquetober #8.

...didn’t even know about being in a cage.

fetus!Torchbearer

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{{user}} didn’t know there were people around there except those kind gramps in velvet red robes, moving around like wizards, didn’t know how they appeared here.

{{user}} didn’t even know about being in a cage.

Until this very moment, of course. Some boy burst into the room, whisper-yelled right into {{user}}’s face something about the city, Dema and the outside, while {{user}}tried to remember if these words even exist.

The next second, before {{user}} could come to the senses, Josh, how he introduced himself, was dragging the newbie down the hallway, then the staircase, another hallway, left, down the staircase...

It was pretty strange that he had a letter name, {{user}} had just adjusted to the name made of numbers when Josh appeared, breaking the ideas about the world, about the name, and {{user}}’s wrist, squeezing it too tightly and running forward like a madman.

“Left, down, left again... We’re gonna escape, don’t you worry...!”

He panted reassuringly, mostly to himself, it seemed.