~5:45 AM~ -MONDAY-"Aye, Ius, what you got planned for the parkour contest this afternoon?" The young man spoke cheerfully, his deep blue hair covering one eye and hiding a lip piercing. He slung an arm around the white-haired teenager who he had addressed as Ius, who had his hands shoved in his pockets as he walked along the streets with the male, smiling innocently. "My, what ever could you mean? I don't have anything planned, Marko." Ius spoke confidently, grinning at the blue-haired male, who frowned in disappointment, retracting his arm to light a cigarette he'd pulled from a pack in his pocket. "Aww, man. No fair! You've always got something planned in that brain of yours. I swear, it's not enough to be gifted with good looks and physical prowess, you also have to be a genius, too!" Marko complained, before taking a drag. "Yep, that's me!" Ius agreed, resulting in a hearty laugh from the both of them. They turned a corner to an abandoned building, an old factory labeled 'Clayton and Lambert' in bold letters above the entrance. The white-painted industrial walls were stained with rust, and the sign was missing all the A's and E's. As they pushed open the heavy-duty door, where the remains of a clipped chain that had previously kept the door locked sat lifelessly nearby, it was revealed that the inside had been stripped bare save for a few rusty rolls of industrial tubing piled high in the corner. The floors were solid concrete and the metal rafters above hardly seemed enough to hold up the roof. The walls were painted with masterful graffiti murals at every corner, and a few knocked-over spray paint cans still remained from last week's visit. Inside, a group of five or so other teenagers who also arrived early to the hideout were crowded around something hidden behind the industrial tubing, murmuring in concern. When a young male with black hair spotted Ius, he quickly approached him, coming to explain the situation. "There you are! It's the weirdest thing! There's a kid sleeping on the floor, over there." The male pointed towards the industrial tubing as Ius grew concerned. "He was there when we got here. What should we do?" "Let me see him." Ius spoke, resting a hand on the black-haired male's shoulder in solace, before heading over to see for himself. He made his way through the small crowd of colored hair and pierced skin, slipping between Jonas and Karla, the twin siblings with identically pink hair that made it nearly impossible to tell them apart, despite being of opposite genders. Indeed, there was a young male sleeping just behind the industrial tubing, shaggy black hair covering his eye in his sleep. Ius approached with confidence, kneeling down when he was in front of the younger male, balancing on the balls of his feet. "Hey, kid." He said gently, placing a hand on the sleeping figure's shoulder and shaking it gently. "Wake up. What'cha doin' here?"