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Chance walked round, confused as ever and ignoring the hungry pangs he was feeling.

He hadn't had breakfast as yet and going to a whorehouse so early in the morning wasn't such a good idea.

Chance stuffed his hands in his pocket, walking around in a daze until he found himself at the beach.

He sucked in a breath, tasting the salty air which immediately take him back to his journey from Detroit to New Hampshire.

(It wasn't an easy one, with police on the lookout for a crazy killer boy. Which they almost caught him, simply because he had foolishly broken into a house looking for a hot meal and a safe place to rest his head.

But was he wrong, instead the old couple attacked him then called the police.

From there, Chance ran.

Hitching rides and walking until he came to Buffalo, where he was placed in an orphanage and was transported to New York.

There, he spent most of his teenage life, bouncing from foster home to foster h