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Name: Liuefde Riel
Gender: Male
Location: Espania
Occupation: None
Property: None
It was a simple night. Running from house to house while families aren't looking is NOT a good idea. But i have no where else. I am Liuefde Riel, I am 25 and it was a dark night in the warm January of 1925. There was barely anything but poverty , including me in my town of Cuenca, but i survived, up until that one fateful night.
I don't do anything. I'm useless. I have no house, I have no wife, no children. I'm not good at anything.
That's not true. I sneak into houses. I was really good at sneaking into houses. I was silent, I was invisible. I could have gone in front of the person I was at the house of, and told them I was robbing them (which I didn't do but I should have.) I was climbing down the window of the house i had slept in the last night, when I heard a very fat man shout with great force with such fat; "Abdenago! You left my daughter and never came back! You killed her inside! You promised you would marry her! You lied! Now I will kill you a little less than you killed my daughter!" I turned my head.
That was the last move I ever made. Not much has changed. I'm even better at sneaking into houses now. I can tell them I'm robbing them, but they don't hear me, and I can't rob them. I no longer have to eat, sleep, or breathe. So why do I keep sneaking in houses? They numb my lonliness.