She was being ushered down the street by the man as if something was onto them. The mafia? Who in this place would even start a mafia? Oh right dumb question....“Look, I don’t care if you trust me or not right now, all that matters is that if you intend to be alive, you need to do as I say. Get running, go to the lighthouse. You’ll meet a cute little bird who’s way too shy- he’s a friend.” He unsheathed his sword .” “Now be a dear and run like hell, yeah?”<br/><br/>Her feet began to kick start against the sidewalk. Lighthouse...Lighthouse....right?  Directions were not her forte. But the lighthouse was at least in her view. Running? Running was beneath her. She had a desire to stop and turn to face whatever it was coming for her. But doing so would put the man who found her in danger. She needed the man. Maybe he would know more about this place?<br/><br/>The lighthouse was getting bigger as she ran towards  it. The katana’s at her side a grim reminder that a fight may occur soon. It was an itch. This need to turn around. But  part of her had to resist this urge. It was far better to have made an ali than to have crossed a potential friend.<br/><br/>A person ran by her. Heading for the same place she was. Or so it seemed. Maybe she wasn’t the only one trying to make way for  the lighthouse.<br/><br/>After a few seconds her feet began to slow down. How long till the lighthouse? It looked like the  lighthouse remained the same amount of distance no matter how long they ran. Great. When did running not account for anything? Oh except for the cowards way out of everything.<br/><br/>A while went by before the lighthouse was upon her. The last yard to run though was ridiculously tiring. Man, if running ran you dry? Just imagine what a lengthy battle could do? Well, her current memory wasn’t really in tact...so maybe this could be normal.<br/><br/>Her hands pushed the lighthouse door open. Safety.<br/><br/>( In progress)