It didn't take long for the cloaked teen to finally reach the entrance of the building again. He was practically unharmed from the fight, giving KF more punches than the cloaked teen himself took though maybe he finally beat the sense into the other teen. He's not the leader, no matter how much he tries he can't force himself into it and that the cloaked teen just wanted to be left alone when it came to the speedster and his own personal minions... As the teen walked his mind grew more clear and he begun to doubt himself and his reasoning for being here. [i]' She said if I stayed I can help people... I can live... I can be happy... Maybe she was wrong? Maybe... I don't belong here. I should try to make friends at least... maybe find someone who won't be so judgemental of who I am."[/i] as the teen thought he walked inside the base only to see a strange sight... His things were outside the room as though they were carelessly thrown out and inside was the speedster himself...

Looking down onto the floor the teen noticed several things, the gold was everywhere, scattered across the ground, his books now had bent pages and the such, his "board game" was ruined on the ground, the metal top layer snapped as the cloaked teen tried to carefully maneuver it off the pile of gold, hitting a glass bottom piece and shattering it. Finally was his pocket watch, which was still perfectly fine and on top of everything. The door was open and the cloaked teen could see KF inside watching something as he then sat on his knees in horror of all his belongings, most of which were fragile or his very own life on the ground carelessly... The teen just stared at the ground, unable to think or move as he couldn't think anymore. [b]' Why?...'[/b] was the only word the teen ask to himself as he looked at the chaos before him. He soon took off his cloak, yet still covered in a leathery black armor/robes, just so he could gently place everything on them before walking around aimlessly again, trying his best not to be upset on what the Speedster just did. 

The teen looked around almost in every room he knew was not taken already, and still nothing. To him it seemed as though everything was either already assigned or were a series of smaller rooms that were for guests or unexpected, all of which were too small for him to logically live in, eventually he just gave up and placed everything on the ground again, trying his best to repair what was broken as best as he physically could as he swallowed his rage, his hand shaking in it as he tried to fix everything while count the coins to make sure they were all there. [i]'I shouldn't have come... I knew I'd be hated without reason... I knew they'd judge or act like this... Why did I trust her? They are all the same... and will always be the same.'[/i] It wasn't long for the teen to count the coins, each and every one of them had something small different about them so after a quick search he was able to determine that they were all there and again he placed everything gently in his cloak before walking around, now in hopes of someone who can repair what was now broken. [i]'I could have sworn there was a genie here...'[/i]