Prima Corsa

[is_the_eldest]

[Accidental Video]

[Waking on his side, Federico could feel the cold stone of his cell beneath him, as uncomfortable as when he'd fallen asleep prior. Not that sleep had come easy. He was worried, confused, and sore from the beating him and his father had taken when they'd been arrested. But his tired body had eventually gotten the best of him.

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[witchoftheweek]

Please read this

[is_the_eldest]

[He read over the basic part of the information that was linked to him, but it still posed the biggest question of 'why'. Why was he brought here? What for? And how did they know this wasn't a dream? He just... it was a lot to take in.]

... grazie.

[Federico's not sure how much more to say, if he should say anything.]

... how... many people are here? If you know.

[witchoftheweek]

You're welcome.

About three hundred.

[is_the_eldest]

[He's not sure if that's a lot or not, as he doesn't fully know how big the city is. But he's guessing that's a pretty good number.]

And there are more coming each day?

[witchoftheweek]

Yes, but people leave as well by mysterious means; so the numbers are kept stable.