[ Niouta coughs involuntarily, rubbing is hand over where that knife had just been threatening to cut. He looks around the station in initial panic, but most of the people have fled. Only a few curious ones linger, whispering to one another. Still in shock, he gives an uneasy glance over his assailant. But this wasn't just some random attack, his brother knew this kid. ]
Are these the kind of people you're hanging out with now??
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Are these the kind of people you're hanging out with now??