This was going to get messy. He could already feel it. A building in which 9 people had to stay there, entertain god knows who to gain time, to earn money. Though right now everything seemed to be going smoothly, he could sense it was going to go down hill later on.

9th and 6th floor were both literal psychopaths in his eyes. 1st, 4th and 5th floor were weaklings, and to some extended degree, he was allies with 2nd and 3rd floor. And then there was 8th floor.. The only floor which seemed.. normal. They were above him, yet didn’t hold their power over him. They weren’t pestering others, yet held their ground firmly. And even when 9th floor held their food hostage to starve them for being “disrespectful to her”, 8th floor bought a buffet amount of food and shared with the rest of the floors.

Finally after 3rd and 4th floor agreed to hold onto everyone’s trash, 9th floor gave them back food.

He knew they’d end up having trouble later on. And he couldn’t think properly, so he decided to have a smoke break in his room. Usually, 3rd floor would be around for those, but he was talking to 2nd floor. So.. 7th floor invited 8th.

Now in his room, only a table there near the “window”, that were really screens with photos of the outside”, two chairs on either side, he felt a sense of easiness. Though he didn’t buy much stuff for his room, a bed at the corner with simple sheets, and a pile of books, it felt just like the real world, outside of this building.

“So, how are you holding up?” He asked as he lit up his cigarette, taking out another one and handing it to 8th floor. Maybe he could try to get closer to him, share ideas, hell, maybe he’ll learn his actual name.