[ The SIN guard lingered near their aisle long enough for Shadow to straighten and square his shoulders, giving the uniform an idea of what kind of fight he was headed for if he stood there one second longer. It wouldn't be the brunette if the guard had any inclination of who'd broken the armrest. Off he went nearly as quickly as he'd approached.

Shadow had put the hand he covered into his other hand for the time the guard had stood behind him. She could pull out of it or he'd release her as soon as the uniform moved along. There was an intensity in Shadow's eyes while also holding onto concern. ] People get brought here and they get sent back. [ He took a breath, letting his shoulders fall and his hands returned to his own lap. ]

Some people have been able to marry here, only to be ripped apart. A friend of mine had her boyfriend here more than once. Yet another friend has been here for over a year with someone they met here. There isn't any science to what makes them choose who comes and who goes.