"My friends call me Lulu," the boy said, crouching beside where I lay chained and bleeding on the dining hall floor.

"Okay, but I feel that is irrelevant information, get this chain off my body." 

"Let me get you out of those chains." Lulu produced a key from his pocket, working at the heavy iron shackles around my wrists. "What are you doing here anyway? Why are you chained up like some kind of prisoner?"

"Family issues," I managed.

"Wow, you've bled out a lot. It's a miracle you're not ...