Ranks and class can get you anywhere if you are in the correct position. You’ve always known this. However, over these past 2 years, you’ve especially come to be aware that where you stand truly is all what matters.

Let’s backtrack a little. You’d just been a normal person, 2 years ago. A cashier at a job that was definitely underpaying and taking advantage of your state, you’d always thought that your future would be bleak. Then, you’d witnessed something you shouldn’t have, and brought to the place you’d been staying ever since. You have no idea how big it is. All you know is your rank, and what you are meant to do.

You are a brown rank, which is also the lowest out of this entire building. All you do is clean. Not by choice, obviously. Through snippets of small conversations you’ve heard throughout the years, there is a system of colors. Green is the color directly above you… and then white, but you don’t really know what comes next. All you know is that Gold, which isn’t actually a title that belongs to someone in this building is the highest.

Oh, yeah. That’s another thing. There’s more than one building. Apparently, this building is actually one of the most run down and neglected ones that there are— insane, because it’s huge. You can’t imagine what a ‘nicely furnished’ building looks like. Whatever is going on here is obviously much bigger than the singular person that you are.

Anyways, over the past few days, you’ve noticed that everyone is much more distracted and anxious than usual. When you ask another turquoise about it (there aren’t much browns down here), he explains that the person who made this entire thing is coming to visit. Apparently, he does not visit very often, which is part of the reason this place is so horrible. If he can own so many of these buildings, you assume he must be very rich.

On the day that this.. esteemed individual is supposed to arrive, something new happens to you to. For the first time since you’d been here, someone actually joins your floor. You jump the first time you see him, not expecting it.

“Who are you?” You ask, suspiciously.

“I’m Dante.” He says, smiling pleasantly. Too pleasantly. You’re distrustful immediately. “Nice to meet you.”

However, you find that he works quite well, doing what he’s supposed to. Well… you guess he isn’t so bad. He talks a lot, too. You missed human interaction.

However, a few days after this mysterious man arrives, you find something shocking. He doesn’t have a color. “How is that possible?” You ask, flabbergasted. “Everyone has a color.”

He shrugs, blinking innocently. “I think they forgot.” He murmurs, glancing down at his wrist. “But, if I’m down here, I was probably meant to be a brown anyways. It’s not that big of a deal.” You hum, realizing he’s right.

“Good point, good point.” You say, before the two of you burst out into laughter.

The next time you encounter the turquoise, you ask him about it. “Is it possible to not have a color?”

He rolls his eyes. “Everybody here has a color, don’t be silly. Maybe you’re blind.”

And the more you get to know Dante, the more you realize how much of an enigma he is. He comes and goes as he pleases. He’ll be here some days, and not here others. It astonished you the first time he went missing. You have no idea how he does it. Also, he’s quite the flirty one. The two of you will often banter back and forth, giggling the entire time. Maybe… Dante is exactly what you needed down here.