Varian climbed the building with ease. He was scared, why? It's not like he can break his neck. Varian sat on the building, and he looked at the sky. What the hell...he doesn't know how to feel about to place anymore. Is it really a Heaven, or is it a secret Hell. He can't figure it out, he pulled out the crumbled paper. Soon, he'll figure out the mystery of this place. Maybe not yet, but soon. He hoped he wasn't the only one thinking about this. Maybe, he could make a blog or something...if computers still exist that is. Wait...where's his phone? He doesn't have his iPhone20! What the hell!? Whoever dragged him here mugged him too, that sucks...alot. 

If he's going to search this paradise (Or false paradise), he was going to need to know some things. For example, are there like some agency that keep the people that are aware like him in check, or kill them? Because that would be so cool, the funny thing is, they can't even kill anyone...except torture them..and trap them..forever. Okay, this isn't funny anymore. He ran off the building landing on another, expected to hear a crunch from his ankles, yet only his shoes hitting the concrete...