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“When do things go wrong?”
All he had done was follow Aesen wanting to ask something small. Something so insignificant... But there was a stumble somewhere, somewhere Gladion fucked up. The next thing he knew he had come into hostile territory with people who wanted to kill him on sight. A shot to his shoulder, a few close calls with pitchforks and sickles, and even nearly being it with a goddamn molotov...
The blonde was lucky to have even survived all that. His upper left arm still screamed with agony from that bullet wound, other gashes and cuts decorating him... But he somehow managed to find some sort of sanctuary. It was within an underground cell he somehow managed to slip into, having managed to move the cell door shut and avoid detection from what lurked.
It's cold in this room, but safe, the only place he can hide and get his bearings. A million questions are swarming in his mind and the adrenaline is starting to wear off. He's tried to bandage his wounds with whatever fabrics he's managed to snag during this nightmarish trek. This lets him just lay down and stare at the ceiling, trying to look at his Rotom Phone.
No signal...
A sigh leaves him before he hears something outside. His breathing comes to a stop as he tries to peek through a small hole in the door, daring not to go up to the normal barred window and risk being seen. Heart races as he hopes that whatever threat could be approaching wouldn't care enough to try and check this room...
