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"Well, while we're here, I guess I'll tell you what I know" he told the red-skinned man. It was clear he had seen weirder things than that, however. So had everyone inside here, they barely took a second glance at the stand user.
If he hadn't stopped to look before, Uladzislau did now, the man had light brown skin and messy brown hair, as well as brown eyes. He was latino and appeared to be in his early 20s, despite his crowskin, probably from stress.
"You see... I always was an easily intimidated person," he began, "I don't like to fight, and I'm even a bit of a scaredycat" he said... "Mom always told me I was generous with my friends, but not with anyone else...." he said, a tear growing in his eye when he mentioned his mom, whom he probably hadn't seen in months or perhaps even years. "I'm not very good at enforcing my limits, and I never get lucky with romance" he complained, to himself mostly.
"My real name is Miguel Martinez, but I've been using a fake name these people gave me for three years. I grew up in a neighborhood that wasn't great, but it's definitely not the worst new york has to offer" he told the man, "My parents moved out into a nicer neighborhood though, when I was a freshman in high school. My friends all either cut me out or started acting differently around me, more expectant of things"
"I got bullied a lot for being richer, because I still attended the same school. I'm proud of my parents for making that decision, and saving up all they did, but I still wish they would have considered what the other kids would have thought about me after I moved away..." this guy was telling him a life story. It was definitely heading somewhere, though.
"One day, after I had graduated and gotten a decent job, one of my friends I haven't seen at that point, in like ten years came to my home and said that he needed my help" he said, a bit of anger inflicting itself into his voice.
"He lied to me and convinced me that it was the police who were after him, so I told him that I would talk to them, since I had some reputation for not being a scoundrel, like he always had" Miguel said, an air of regret in his voice.
"But, then guess who answered the door? The same guys who we're running from now! SUPERIUS! They are a gang that rules the city... They're all stand users, and as their name can tell you, have a superiority complex. Believing stand users should have free reign over regular humans" he said, with a tone of disagreement.
"A couple members showed up to my house to kill my childhood friend. I was powerless to stop them, they also found out that I had acquired a stand, what a nightmare!" he retold.
"They tried to draft me into their organization, but I escaped. Most people have heard about the gang, even if they have no idea what a stand is..." he revealed to the red-skinned stand user hulking in a chair beside him.
He gestured around, "These people helped me flee from the state, and I went to live with my grand-uncle" he told Uladzislau.
"I returned three years ago, and have been trying to leave an inconspicuous life" he finished.