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"I want to go home," West continued to whimper. "There is no home, come on. We need to find something to eat," Priya turned him away from the bloodied corpse and began guiding him back down the street, if not for his sake, but for her own. The restraints, or at least, most of them, were shut and only the cheapskate ones were still alive, in Priya's point of view.