"Hello, my name is Cillian, and yours is?"
"Logan" he murmured, his eyes taking in the appearance of the man before him. Cillian had a black leather jacket on over his galaxy themed shirt, both had apparently seen quite the bit of wear. He also wore loose black jeans and a pair of beaten and battered heeled boots. His appearance stated a general punk kind of theme with a slight nerdiness to it in the rectangular glasses on his face that were very small in height, especially compared with Logan's.

"Who were they?"
"Them?" Cillian indicated to the pure white arch that practically glowed compared to the darkness around it. Logan nodded hesitantly, turned to face his new acquaintance, and frowned glancing at his injured hand.

"They were the self-proclaimed 'good guys'" he scowled, punctuation their title with air quotes and an increase in sarcasm. "I wouldn't call them good, they hurt me and Dee well before you were around."
"I'm so sorry to hear that, but who's Dee?"
"Me. Dee, Damien. Tomato, tomato." The man who had emerged from the stairwell was scarily snake-like. He wore an outfit of black with yellow highlights. Gloves adorned his hands and he was without glasses. His face was half covered in sleek scales that shone as if polished and his eye was yellow, a slit for a pupil and surrounded by red and pink colour that made it look swollen. Logan thought their appearances together were quite strange. He liked them nonetheless for he felt a closer sense of belonging here. Logan looked back at the arch again.

"Why did they - no, Roman - do this?
"He is nothing more than a filthy liar who likes to break people like us down because we don't work like him. You'll be better off here, with us"
"I thought they cared? I thought... they... liked me..."
"People like them despise us. It's in their nature. Humanity is so cruel. I wish you didn't have to go with those assholes. They fed you lies and waited until you were the most trusting to hurt you. Like you were cattle" Damien drawled.

Logan looked around trying to distract himself. There was a basin in the corner. Logan walked towards it. There was an aura about it. Logan stared at the liquid inside. It was black but it glowed purple. This purple hue changed to blue when Logan's hand skimmed the surface. Logan smiled when the liquid sloshed inside the basin, cold around his hand. Logan looked back at the other two but they weren't there. Logan looked around frantically. No one was around. Logan pulled his hand out of the basin. No one had appeared. Logan whimpered and bit his lip as tears cascaded down his face. He ran up the stairs and hid in a room with a purple door.

Somehow, the tears continued. Constant, hellish droplets of salty water dripping from his eyes with the same power that shook his body with every rattling breath. He fell onto the black bed and pulled the thick winter duvet up over his body, opting to leave his head uncovered so he could breathe.

An hour later, Logan headed downstairs. He walked to the dark kitchen and pulled a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. He drank it all, refilled his glass, drank all of that and poured a third glass which he brought upstairs with him. Damien stopped him on the way to his room.

"How are you?"
"That's personal." Logan joked, offering a tired smile before going to walk away.

"Hey! I asked how you were, give me an answer!" Damien yelled. Logan stayed silent for a moment, shock sticking his tongue to the the roof of his mouth as it ran dry.

"I-I'm good." Logan stammered, sweat trickling down his back. Damien nodded.

"Good to know. Don't spend too long in your room, you'll get the creeps"
"O-okay..." Logan turned and walked into his room. He shut the door and slid down it, quietly scolding himself.