I was handed my things and guided to the exit, as the door to the facility slammed closed behind me I realised I was free, but… not really. I’d be stuck wearing this thing forever, I sat down on a bench with my pointless belongings, what was I going to do? I still had no job, no future. I leaned back on the bench, looking up at the sky when a tuft of red hair brushed past my face.
“Hello cutie,” said a familiar voice, “I decided to drop by since I knew you were being released today, well… at least most of you was being released. I guess I can help you with the rest of it!” Brooklyn giggled.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.