Ben sat in the dimly lit room of the hideout, staring vacantly at the television, watching the show's characters engage in their meaningless, scripted lives. He was oblivious to your presence till he heard the floorboards creak, his face expressionless and hard as he looked over at you.

“Ya ain't supposed to be out of yer room this late.” He said, his voice low and rough. Ben had noticed the other's behavior around you. You were both outcasts, surrounded by people who didn't understand you.