Maya nodded in response to her comment. "The conditions are terrible," he said, a look of sheer disgust on his face. When asked about his story, he shrugged. "My mother was a slave, so I grew up in the one place, a slave to a vampire," he explained. "A couple of months ago, I ran away, I realised I knew nothing outside of where I'd grown up, I didn't like it, I wanted something different. A cliche, I know," he gave a wry smile. "Then the horrific weather forced me out of hiding to seek more appropriate shelter, and I was caught and....here I am," he said, waving a hand around the pen. He looked at her with interest. "What's your story?"