The way the younger man had kicked open the door using both his body and his powers had been badass. This time around, the light had come from under his foot and spread out to smash onto the metal. It was still a very weird feeling to see such ‘unnatural’ stuff, and Cian mostly felt like backing out of that whole deal of… whatever it was they had agreed upon. He didn’t do it though, not with the expectant, bright smile Silas was giving him as he was inviting him into the warehouse. Cian gave a crooked smile in return as he walked inside.

The room was bigger than it had seen on the outside. Different artworks had been painted on the walls, even in the weirdest places, like far up on the walls or even the ceiling. The now fascinated man walked to the middle of the room and turned around, inspecting the whole area. There were a bunch of pallets stacked neatly in one corner, what looked like a tower of junk in another, and a shed-like room built to the right of the warehouse. Cian looked back at Silas who was still leaning against the doorframe, just observing the other man with a slight smile. The older man pointed to the structure.

“Hey, what’s over there?” he asked, excitement clear in his voice. The black-haired boy walked over to the rug that hung over the entrance to the shed, and told the other to follow him. Silas remembered he hadn’t turned on the power, so he made a stream of light flow over to a power box hanging on the wall by the door, switching it on. Half of the lights in the big space worked, and flickered on. There were a couple holes in the makeshift-wall of the smaller room, which revealed the lights inside of the new space.

“This is basically just a room I hang out in when I’m tired of training,” Silas explained as they walked in. It was a surprisingly cozy room compared to the huge, too bare space right outside. A couch, a mattress and a table were set up in the far corner. A few light strings, probably Christmas lights someone had just thrown away were hung up all around the ceiling.

The ground was covered in lots of old rugs, which all looked surprisingly clean, and helped make the room more inviting and warm. There were also books stacked almost up to the ceiling in another corner. Wood covered most of the walls, old plates that had been nailed together, and they kept the warmth way more than the metal plates of the outer building.

The most amazing thing about that room was also the art. Wonderful colors in some of the works, but also some scary, surrealistic figures and drawings in mostly black spray-paint. Cian noticed a couple boxes filled with cans of the paint, and finally turned to look back at Silas, who had mostly been quiet.

“Did you make all this art yourself? And build this room?” The older man asked, intrigued. The younger man scratched his nose in slight embarrassment, and nodded.

“Yeah, made this room basically from scratch,” he paused for a bit and looked to the artwork of a disfigured shadowperson, and his expression darkened. “The art, too.”