He had always had little fear. A traumatic childhood had not caused this absence of key emotion, quite the contrary. However, there was always one idea that never failed to inject fear directly into his heart. His palms were growing sweaty, his mind was spinning a thousand times, and a tight knot was blocking his windpipe, threatening to end his life. Relaxation would not be easy until another person was near him. It was always a little awkward to be so afraid of something so stupid. A powerful shiver woke him from his sleep. He glanced around the dead room, paranoia starting to scratch at his brain. He allowed himself to take a deep breath to calm him down, albeit slightly. Moonlight filtered through the cracked wooden ceiling above him and his gaze landed on a wind-beating note that whistled through a large hole in the wall. He grabbed the paper and began to read the sloppy writing. Jaxx, We're sorry for leaving you like this. We think you will be better off here. Our city was ravaged by the plague. We heard this town ain't so bad...