Protect MeThe small room is just enough for Zexion to occupy. It only has the essentials, nothing more. The walls are plain and the floor scoffed and unkempt. He finds himself sighing to the ceiling as he lays on his back. Zexion has only been here for a little while but he's lucky to have at least that.More Like This
The ruler of this place, a withdrawn man by the name of DiZ, allows him to stay. In fact, the man hadn't put up a fight at all and readily welcomed the Nobody. For what reason Zexion is not sure of. Something in the pit of his stomach says it's due to DiZ wanting to deal with him later and yet at the same time there's this since of familiarity. To which Zexion refuses to acknowledge or pay any mind to. DiZ doesn't speak to him at all and has forbidden him to roam free.
After all, no one knows he's alive. Not even the girl, Naminé, that lives upstairs. He's sure the rest of the Organization suspect him dead. There's no telling what Axel told them upon his return.
The mere thought of the redh