Prologue

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"Run!" A shrill voice laughed.

It was the dead of night, a time during which only criminals were awake. 

A (h/c) haired girl, jogging alongside a tall brunette. 

What were they running from?

A rather angry ginger.

Although, his anger was justified. After all, anyone would be annoyed to not only have their food and jacket stolen, but to have it stolen in the dead of winter, leaving him freezing and hungry.

The three were nineteen.

But... that doesn't sound right now, does it?

Indeed.

For this isn't the tale of what was, but rather the tale of what could have been.

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