"S-stand...?" Said Jen turning around. There she saw a boy she wasn't familiar with. When she turned to Kurt, he didn't seem to know who the boy was either. The boy wore torn up clothes, and there were several scars that looked no more than a few years old visible on his face. His left eye was green while his right eye was your standard brown color. His hair was long, untamed, and bright orange, with matching freckles and pale skin. But most notably, his left leg was twisted in a rather gruesome angle.

"A stand" Said the boy "The guys all call them that because they stand by you. But they are essentially guardian spirits."

"So you're saying that we are going to get one too?" Asked Kurt.

"Yeah." Answered the boy, a little annoyed.

"Why are you annoyed about us getting something that will protect us?" Asked Jen "What is so bad about us having some protection?"

"Yes, they are mainly for protection, but a lot of people use their stands to cause mischief" Said the boy.

"I see. But can I ask you something? Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"

"I'm Eric. Eric Bloom." Said the mysterious boy "I was checked out of this place seven months ago. So if you only arrived her a few months ago you won't recognize me."

"Y-yeah. I actually have only been here for five months" Replied Kurt.

"But wait, why are you still here? And where are we?" Asked Jen just now noticing the eery room that they were sitting in. The room was filled with busted chairs and busted tables, torn-up shirts, and a slew of other garbage. Most of the panels on the ceiling had been torn out, and the equipment up in the ceiling had been ravaged by rats and who knows what else. And the eeriest thing about the room was that the carpet was stained with what looked like blood.

"This was an old group therapy room. But they stopped using it after some kid had a panic attack and killed everyone in the room." Said Eric "That is why I'm still here. I don't want anymore people to die in this hellhole."

"But why here?" Asked Kurt.

"It's the perfect headquarters. Nobody ever comes here for other reasons. And plus, it's boarded up from the outside." Elaborated Eric "Anyways, you guys seem nice enough, so I'll let you go scotch free. But if you misuse your new powers I will be forced to punish you." He walked over to a one of the walls and he grabbed at the wall. And where his hand gripped a door knob formed, as well as a door and door frame. "What room are you guys in?"

"Room 314." Answered Kurt.

"Alright." Said Eric, opening the door which indeed led to room 314 "By the way, my stand has the ability to create doors. I know it's not the most creative name, but I named it The Doors."

With that, Kurt and Jen stepped through the doorway, which shut behind them after they both were through. And almost as soon as it shut, the door vanished. Before Jen could even say anything Kurt through himself on his bed and instantly fell into a deep sleep. She was hoping that the two of them could talk about everything that had happened today. But then she decided that it really would be a better idea to just get some sleep. So she crawled into her new bed and pulled the covers over herself. While her bed wasn't nearly as comfortable as the one at home, she quickly adjusted to it and drifted off to sleep.

"Love? Jennifer Love?" Came a rather deep voice. Jen opened her eyes to see a man who looked to be in his early thirties. He had gaunt-looking face, with a nice, brown stubble beard that connected to his sideburns, forming a chinstrap beard. He was wearing a hospital uniform, which informed her that he was a part of the staff. Light pooled into the room from the windows indicating that it was morning. "Jennifer? Please get up. You have therapy session today."

Jen made her way out of the covers and on to the floor. When she got out of bed, the guard gave her a strange look. It was at this point that she realized that she had gone to sleep wearing her shoes. This caused her to blush a bit, even though it wasn't necessarily something to be embarrassed of. But still she got up and walked towards the guard.

With that they made their way out of room 314 and down a series of different hallways. Jennifer tried to remember the route to get back to her room. But all the turns and hidden hallways that they had to walk through was way too much for her to handle. And the walk to get to their destination was already hitting the double digits in minutes. But without a doubt, the two of them finally made it to a room labeled 'Therapy Conference Room'. However, when she stepped into the room, she saw that it was completely empty. She was about to say something when the door slammed and clicked locked behind her.

"What are you doing?" She shouted.

"Shut up, kid!" He shouted "Just do what I tell you and don't move unless I ask you to!"

"But why?" She screamed.

"I'm tired of brats like you who come here and act like you own the place!" He shouted lifting a finger in her direction.

"W-what are you going to do?"

"Hehe" He laughed, cracking his knuckles. And then what looked like metallic sphere with an equally metallic-looking cylinder attached to the end pointed in Jen's general direction. On the sides of the cylinder were two small solar panels that made the machine look like a satellite. But the cylinder is what set it apart from any satellite. On the very end of the cylinder were tiny, pin-sized holes. Overall, the whole machine couldn't have been any bigger than your standard bowling ball.

"W-what the hell is that?" She shouted.

"Shit! You can see this too?" screamed the guard. Suddenly, small needles began to launch themselves out of the holes in the cylinder. Many needles began to slam into Jennifer's skin, evaporating right afterwards. The needles didn't leave much long term damage to the body, and really only left tiny pricks on the skin. However, the pain caused by each little needle is excruciatingly painful.

"Shit!" Muttered Jen, remembering the night before with Eric and The Doors "You too!" In a moment of fear and desperation, Jen had a strange feeling overcome her. A humanoid entity emerge from her back, it was her stand! The stand's body was tint of rose pink, and the outlines of a red diamond pattern was spread throughout its body. The general eye area was covered by a pair of black sunglasses. But most notably, on each hand was a cherry red, shiny, glad glove.

Out of nowhere, the guard was forcefully dragged towards the stand. Jen wasn't really sure why this was happening, but he she was hoping that she could get closer to him in order to launch an attack. And somehow the stand did that for her. When the guard was finally pulled close enough, the stand slammed its fist into the side of the man's face. This sent him flying back several feet back and crumbling on the floor.

"I didn't think someone as new as you would already have a stand" Said the guard, blood running out of his mouth where the stand must have broken his teeth "And U2? Is that your stand name?"

"What…?" She replied confused. But then it came to her, right before she awoke her stand she shouted 'You too!'. By that she was meaning to say that the guard was a stand user, just like Eric. But the guard instead perceived it as her stand name. But actually… U2 didn't seem like that bad of a name to her.

"That's an interesting name." He replied "I named mine Styx."

"Alright, get out of here" Said the guard, pulling a remote out of his hands and unlocking the door.

"What?" Exclaimed Jen, surprised "You're just gonna let me go?"

"No use fighting a stand user who is obviously more fighting based than mine" He said, calling back Styx "Styx is more based on shocking my opponents while your U2 will seriously damage me if we continue to fight"

"So your forfeiting?"

"You just had to put it like that. Your embarrassing me." The guard said, hanging his head in shame.

Jen wanted to say something to cheer the guard up. But this man seemed to have some problems with mood swings from what he had displayed to her. So she quickly slipped out of the room before he could lift his head. And when she got outside the room she saw Eric standing in the hallway, smiling at her.

"I heard a racket coming from this hallway, and what do you know, you show up." He said questionably.

"Wait, how were you able to hear noises from this hallway in your room?" Jen asked, puzzled.

"I open tiny doors all over the building that let my listen out for any loud crashes that might sound like stand fights." He said, pointing to what looked like a mousehole in the wall a few feet away from the door she just walked out of.

"W-wait!" She shouted "This isn't what you think!"

"Oh?"

"It was self defense! He attacked me first!" She shouted, panicking.

"Who?" Eric asked.

"Some crazy guard, he dragged me to an empty room and started attacking me with his own stand" She shouted "It was like a satellite with a gun attached to it"

"He must be knew then, I've never heard of anything like that." He said, grabbed Jen by the wrist "We'll just have to investigate into this further."