“Thanks for the food. Is it ok if I stay here?” I asked her. “ Of course,” she responded immediately. I thanked her and proceeded to lay down on the couch, she gave me a look like I offended her. “ you can sleep with me, that couch is pretty uncomfortable ”. I followed her to her room, a clean and simple room white walls with a blue almost cosmic looking bed. We laid there together unable to sleep for I don't really know how long. Side table clock ticking away all night. When I woke up it was a bit later in the morning but still decently early, Liz was sprawled out on her pillow and sound asleep. I crept out of the room. After taking a quick shower I went to make breakfast. As I was making breakfast my eye caught the sign of an upside down open magazine, one with a compelling look. Black cover with a blue string going through it diagonally, And in silver letters it said “ LOST LAND “ this was a slang word used for a place no one ever wanted to go, it was home to bandits, thugs, and extremists. Mainly from the demon and orc class. A long time ago during the war Reportings of a Tu -95 went down there the plane doors ripped open and the crew never seen again. Bullet holes had been shot from the inside out. Or so I've been told more like a rumor than actual news. This actually surprised me, never having seen any physical proof of the place other than just talking. A safe zone had been set up and travel was allowed to pass through, a dangerous area for sure, Not on my bucket list. I did a quick glance through and on one of the pages a Demon family was being arrested. I don't know much about what happens to the other classes when they get arrested, maybe they go to prison like humans and elves. Demons are an interesting class. Their skin can be red with black horns but can also have normal skin color like humans and no horns. Genetics like this come from inter class breeding. Frowned upon by some families most don't mind anymore. I set the table up for breakfast and was washing my hands when Liz came into the kitchen wearing a towel. She had just got out of the shower. She walked in the kitchen and saw me, her face turned red and then she walked right back out. It was kind of funny she didn't say anything but you could tell it embarrassed her. Breakfast was enjoyable. The sun was shining through the windows in the house and was now lighting up the room with a soft warm feel. Liz’s hair still wet shined rather brightly in the sun's rays with a golden shine. “ How long have you lived here by yourself?". " A while “ she told me, I didn't want to interrogate her too much, she didn't seem to want to go much further. “ What about your family, you haven't brought any of them up yet.” she paused, looked into my eyes then glanced for just a moment at a picture frame resting on a mantle above the woodstove in her living room.

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