He stared at her for a while "Man..." he said and cleared his throat "Same thing..." he hesitated "Said...same t-t-thing..." he then pointed at his horn and his chest "L-L-Liar..." he said, blue tears streaming down his cheek
(I have heard of it, yes, but I never read it or anything like that)
He hesitated to follow. The last time he followed, he ended up in an alleyway, his horn broken, and a bullet to the chest. But, she seemed nice. He gulped and took her hand
He whimpered a bit more "T-they p-p-promised too..." he glanced down "L-liars..." he muttered and glanced at his broken horn and his hoodie, that was soaked with blue blood
He takes a look at himself and hesitates. He whimpers a bit and hugs his legs. Did he lie? Were they gonna hurt him? He covered himself with the blanket and whimpered a bit louder
He slowly lowers the covers. His face mask had been taken off. He had blue marks going down his cheek, kinda looking like lightning strikes. He whimpered a bit "W-where...am...I..." he struggled to say
*when he wakes up he is a white lab like room, on a comfortable white bed. His wound is stitched closed and bandaged, and he is wearing plain white clothing. The lighting is dim*
He watches him leave and then hugs his legs again. He stares straight ahead, into nothing. He sighed and puts his head down, his long hair going over his face