“Why do you cry? Are you scared?” Her voice was sweet. I would dare say it was that of an angel, despite it being said in a tone that denoted hatred. I looked around, and noticed that the questions came from one of the robed people in the balcony. She removed her hood and revealed short pink hair, purple eyes to pair. Her skin was pale, but her fine nose and cheeks blushed.

“Not at all.” I managed to blurt out with difficulty, “I’m quite alright with this. Just let my friends go. They’re not particularly dangerous, especially the skinny one. Well, neither am I, but I don’t even know why you’re planning to kill me. If it was something I ever said, sorry, I guess.” Too many words. My breath gave out and I had to pull in as much air as possible. Raymundo, frustrated, pressed his elbow against my diaphragm, impeding airflow.

“Miserable scum! By now you should be well aware of why you’re getting killed! Your support will be critical to the success of Rahk’s plan! You plan to help him with the riches inherited from your grandfather! Those 60 million dollars put you in a very comfy position to amass wealth and influence on the world, didn’t they?!” I honestly had no clue of what the fuck he was talking about. My grandpa? Rich? Bullshit! He bought lotto tickets like they were cigarettes, but he never won a damn penny in his life! I was seriously confused.

“Uhhh… Ray… hate to break it to you, but I’m not rich. The only thing that grandpa left me was a crappy metal detector, a necklace, and a six pack of beer in the fridge.” Raymundo stepped back as soon as I mentioned his name, but more importantly, the crowd looking at us began murmuring among themselves. The person in the robe who had saved my neck a bit ago began questioning me again. This time, however, her voice had begun trembling.

“You are okay with dying?” I looked at her perplexed; she had asked her questions seemingly curious at the thought that someone was fine with dying.

“Well–” I said, “it was going to happen at some point anyway. Really, the only reason I’m alive right now is because I haven’t had what it takes to blow my brains out yet. I’ve no purpose to my life, no goal. These guys over here, they have stuff they want to do. Me? I’m just a guy who messes things up. People trust me… there was once this girl that trusted that I would help her, but ah…” I choked up. I remembered something from my past; the more I spoke, the more my feeling started bursting out of my pipehole. I’d speak as fast as I could gasp air, and all I said was rant about depression. Hell, they were going to kill me, I could at least vent with them. “But, I failed” I uttered. The robed woman did a gesture with her hands, then Raymundo hid his knife. He looked scared, if I recall. He seemed confused as to why she would change her mind about our execution.

“Hey Spring, wouldn’t these guys be perfect for that plan?” the woman said to the other robbed individual, “we seem to have tampered with the wrong dimension; you’re no threat. In fact, maybe you could be of use.” I boggled the idea of her actually implying I was in another dimension for a second before the second robed figure on the balcony grabbed the girl by the shoulder. She whispered something into her ear, something that made her wrinkle her nose in upset. The girl whispered back to the robed figure, and they both started having a strange argument. The second robed individual removed her hood and showed herself as a woman with a similar face to the first, but blue eyes and blue hair, less curly than the first’s. She turned to Ray and gave an order.

“Put them away until we’ve made a decision.” With that, both disappeared into the back of the balcony and left me speechless.

“So I guess that means we’re safe. I wonder if she thought I was cool…” I bemused to myself as Ray inspected me curiously.

“ I doubt it. This might be a bad time to tell you, but you have a giant dick on your forehead. Hehe…” Gabriel’s voice echoed in my right ear. I was glad to hear him well, and at the same time enraged that I could’ve been the only corpse in a pile with a Johnson drawn on its skull. As I struggled to break free of my chains to choke the son of a bitch, we were promptly unchained by two big ass dudes. They grabbed all three of us by the arms with a grip that could’ve only been trained through extensive weapon combat, and proceeded to guide us across a poorly lit hallway that ended in a very crummy cell. They threw us in without warning (making me fall on my car keys, and making Gabriel fall on top of what seemed to be a bunch of bones), then proceeded to throw a few candles with matches towards us. Not that it mattered anyway, since the floor of the chamber was wet and the matches landed on the deeper part of the puddle. Ray looked from the door as he briefed us on something that was barely comprehensible.

“We apologize, we had scheduled the execution of Aduna 332, but it would seem there’s some deliberation regarding your nature. You are to stay here until we can solve this issue.” An awoken Bruno looked around in his confusion. He noticed Ray and tried to walk up to him to say hi, but he quickly met with the tip of his steel. Needless to say Bruno backed off instantly and sat in the wet floor with us again. As he was about to leave and lock us in, I took the courage to ask him a question.

“Why were you going to kill us? Aren’t we friends?” I said attacking the obvious.

“You have no friends, Aduna. You’re just a liar and a traitor.” He locked the door behind him with terrible force and left the three of us in absolute darkness. We tried to make our eyes adjust to the darkness for a second, to not avail.

“What just happened?” Bruno asked confused. I was too confused to even answer him. The only things certain were that we were no longer at home, and that we were not welcome here.