The Deimons

The Deimons

Eleven was bored the whole day. The classes taught useless things. The only exciting thing was the Specialization class at the end of the day, but he couldn't even let loose. Liz and her friend kept a close eye on him because "Lee Seng still wasn't fully recovered and they didn't want him to push himself too hard." Eleven found the meeting of the Deimons to be a godsend over this "jail" of a place.

He had arrived at an unassuming building in the heart of the city. He hit the elevator button and waited for the elevator to come. The empty halls were quiet as he listened to the elevator rumble.

"Hello." A quiet voice spoke up. Eleven turned and noticed a tall, scrawny man standing next to him. He looked like a dead man. His pale skin, sunken brown eyes and messy brunette hair didn't help him one bit either. He slouched a bit and had his hands in his pockets. He looked like he went through a tornado. 

"Hello." Eleven hesitantly greeted him.