A corridor with doors lining the ceiling, floors, and walls. That was where Allen found himself in the middle of it all. He could not remember how he got within these walls. The exorcist tried to remember, tried to calm his heart. What he could recall was staring up at a cell before his vision started to fade. Trying to fight the pull like drowning and grasping air each time his head came up. It wasn't like fending off sleep; it was—something was dragging him down or pushing him down further into the darkness. To only open his eyes in this place. He took in the corridor. The walls had white and red horizontal stripes. The lights that were matching each door. As he peered further down the corridor, walls appeared to change into a beautiful deep maroon and break off into another wing. It was insane. The doors that line the place were a mix of everything, some having heavy locks making it clear they wish not to be disturbed and some look prim and proper, others barron suggesting that they were nothing simple. Based on his surroundings, this was otherworldly like Road ability, but some told him it wasn't her doing. Maybe an Akuma, but it just feels off.
He walks to a door with locks all the way down its length. The door itself was dark oak wood. In the middle was a metal skull with a (D.) in the right eye socket. He reached for the doorknob, which was a glass doorknob, as he started to feel sick. Everything was wrong. This was wrong. Allen fell to his knees as he hugged himself.
'This is wrong…Why would…why did I—.' He started to cry. A door creaked as it opened. Allen turns to eye the hallway to find the exit. There he saw it, in all its brilliance. It was lavish. It was black iron with a glass in the middle that let nothing from the other side shine through like fog was encased into a material. The fog-like glass moved and shifted the longer he stared. Metal leaves intertwined with a fence surrounding the glass in the door. Where the door had opened, he could see a white abyss beyond it. Allen had never seen a door like that before. Still so close to the door that made him him. The raw emotions that it contained.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" Allen said, wiping the tears from his face with the back of his sleeve. Even with everything he knew now, it didn't stop the pain. He wouldn't lose to them or himself. He had to stay. Allen stood up on shaky legs and walked to the door. He knew now where he was and what it meant for him. All that struggling, and what if this is still where he ends up. He wanted to live. He wanted life./p