It was a cold night which Azzo was sitting on the front porch stoop. A mug of Instant cappuccino mixed into milk was held in his hand and giving off steam in the cold night’s air. He’d spent a few restless nights trying to pick up the pieces of his life. The one that he’d lost a year of. Running into people that knew him and that he couldn’t remember on bit.

Things were bothering him, about the fact he couldn’t remember anyone. He’d come to terms with the Organ trafficking ring was once known as Barren Pines. However, he wondered how many more people he couldn’t remember. What had he’d done in that time there at the school cover up for a crime ring.

His life wasn’t back in his control yet. He was still trying to put the pieces together, but there were so many missing bits. How could he ever piece together his life if he lacked information of it all. Then there was the question of why he was feeling monsters. Granted he hadn’t actually going to make sure that’s what it was. He wanted to make sure his ribs were healed first. It’d be a few more weeks before they’d be healed good enough the doctors would basically let him out of their care. However, they’d still want him not doing heavy work.

He sighed, “If those things are out here…” He said softly to himself watching a small snow flurry slowly start up. Possibly not to stick this time, started to fall. “… How am I suppose to protect myself…” He said softly to himself one hand falling to the newspaper he’d bought earlier. His eyes pulled over to the papers as he opened it and was glancing through the pages.

“Terrorist attack, death, accident….” He muttered and paused on one particular bit of information, “Kick boxing…” A shaggy brow lofted as he looked at the news ad, “It’ll have to wait till my ribs are healed…” He said yet again to himself.

“It might be a worthwhile endeavor.” He gave a nod. “After all, all these terrorist attacks need something done about them.” He continued to flick through the paper eyes landing on a part time job as well. Grocery store ad to be precise. He shook his head, “Eh Bag boy…” He muttered looking slightly unhappy at the line of work. However his eyes skimmed over two other job ads as well. “Florist… oh toy shop…” He knew that often times one could find Marionettes in the toyshops but a florist would be a job if he needed flowers to gift to a friend.

“I do need a way to get a car…” He was still looking at the ads to make sure there was nothing else while taking a sip of his drink, which had cooled considerably down considering the temperature outside. He gave a shiver before picking up the paper and heading inside, where it was warmer.

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