Varian walked down the street, looking around the streets. He saw other people walk past him, he wondered, was he the only one that thought this was way too good to be true? He looked around, and inhaled the clean, fresh, cool, air. He then thought, he looked at his clothes. He couldn't remember what he did before he woke up here, so he wondered why he was wearing something so casual. It was a green coat with a scarf, navy blue finger less gloves, black jeans and a crooked belt, and some black and white shoes. It must've been winter where he lived, because this looked like something a person would wear in that season. He stopped next to a pole, a flyer? He thought. He grabbed the flyer, "Underworld..?" Varian wondered. A door that leads to the Underworld, you must be strong? Varian was puzzled. He stuffed the flyer in his pocket, just in case. He felt uneasy about this, he wasn't ready to know the truth, not just yet. He felt as if he wasn't strong enough to.
He knew something was strange. Was this a false paradise?