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The car drove away, leaving the five year old boy in the dust. He could see his father's sunglass covered eyes in the rear view mirror as he drove away, he didn't seem to care. Shinji watched Gendo drive away leaving him with one suitcase full of clothes and his robot toy given to him by his late mother. Shinji turned around and walked up to the twenty foot tall metal door with his suitcase in hand. The wall that the door was set into was the same height. The wall itself was the second largest man-made structure that could be seen from space. At the right of the door he could just make out something written in messy graffiti. It said "Welcome to Purgatory, You have just entered Hell." He looked to the other side of the door and it continued, "No humans live here." He looked on at the warning but he did not feel that he needed to be afraid. He pushed hard against the door's surface and it slowly swung open. A sudden gust of putrid air blew around him as he stepped through the gateway.

Shinji looked around and saw crowds of people all over the street. He could see among the normal looking people were odd and disfigured beings some with tales, long ears, and large jaws. Gendo told him he would see people liked this, he told him it was because of the putrid water and air that made them that way. Shinji walked up to young man in his early twenties who was speaking to some women obviously trying to ask them out. He had on jeans and a black leather jacket with a large red cross on the back. Shinji thought the cross on his back was an indication that he worked at a church.

"So like I was telling ya babes Shore has this party lined up and…" Shinji tapped on his shoulder to get his attention. The man said "Whaddya want kid? I'm busy here get lost!"

Shinji said, "Do you know where the orphanage is?"

"What orphanage? What are you bothering me for?"

"You have a cross on your back; don't you work for the church sir? Is there an orphanage there? Can they give me a room?"

The man threw back his head and laughed, then shook his head.

"In this city? A church? Ha! I'll tell you what kid, I'm gonna show you to someone who may have a place for you." He turned back to the women and said, "I'll talk to you both later, I'm going to show my short little friend here to Shore. He might find some use for him." The laughter he received from the ladies did not give Shinji a good feeling, but the prospect of finding a place in this strange city made him follow the man with the blood red cross on his back.

With his suitcase in hand and his toy in his jacket pocket he followed closely behind the young man as he moved his way deeper into the city. Along the way Shinji noticed the closer the moved towards the center of the city the less sunlight could get through. Everywhere they went people watched them, some with a look of amusement and others with disgust. Shinji noticed people wearing distinctive colors were glaring at the man Shinji was following. The man himself made direct eye contact with his watchers and smirked at them on one occasion he made kissing faces at a large group of provocatively dressed women hanging out in front of a large building with a sign that said "one hour- 60, 2 hours- 80". Shinji saw these women and realized that they were prostitutes. Shinji had never before seen a prostitute but he had heard that word said on the news once and looked it up in a dictionary and it said it was a person who sold their bodies for sexual purposes and normally dress provocatively. One blond woman had a young girl that looked about ten or eleven standing next to her. All the women gave Shinji a look of indifference as he walked by.

After walking about a block the man stopped in front of a large barn like structure. It appeared to be an old factory of some sort, there were no signs that indicated anything was ever sold there but above the opening of the factory there was some red graffiti that spelled out "Saints". Shinji believed it to be a religion group and followed the man inside. The man shouted,

"Hey Shore!"

"Yeah what is it Dyne?" came a reply from an eight foot tall man sitting in a cement throne. The large man had a brunet woman sitting on one of his knees and about four dozen men and women around him. All of them were dressed like the man that had brought Shinji, Dyne.

"I brought someone to meet you."

"I told you to go out and get us some company and you bring this kid to me? That's something you would like but how is he gonna make me happy?"

Dyne answered "He ain't for that boss. He said he is lookin for a place to stay and he asked if I worked at the orphanage."

Shore smirked and looked at Shinji and asked him, "You ain't got any family here kid?" Shinji shook his head. Shore laughed, looked to Dyne and said "Perfect. Go call Jack and Evelyn tell them we got another border for their house". Dyne laughed and walked off into an empty office to use the phone. Shore said to Shinji "come here kid lemme get your bags." Shinji walked toward him and handed his suitcase over to Shore. Shore grinned and popped open the suitcase and began digging through his clothes.

"Hey don't do that!" started Shinji. Another guy with sunglasses and jet black hair grabbed Shinji and held him back by the shoulders.

"Relax kid, he's just curious." He spotted Shinji's prized toy in his pocket and snatched it out and held it up to Shinji. "Don't worry about your little buddy here I'll hold onto him for ya."

"Nothin in here but some kiddy clothes" said Shore.

Dyne shouted from the office, "Jack said he give us two thousand" Shore shouted back to him,

"Tell him it is five thousand just like always or he can go fuck himself." Shore looked back to Shinji and said with a grin, "Tomorrow your gonna meet your new foster parents and they will have a lot of fun with you."

"Give me back my robot!" screamed Shinji still held back by the man in sunglasses.

"Ah you want your toy back eh? Fellas show this fresh mouthed little shit what he gets for talking to me like that." The man with sunglasses shoved Shinji to the ground and a dozen men gathered around him and stomped and punched him until he was unconscious.