[center][b]Chapter One:  A Cut Below.[/b][center]

The building was dilapidated, and dank, and mold could be spotted growing in the corners where the floor met the wall.  It was definitely an official building, judging from the various signs on the walls telling whoever glanced at them what was and what was not allowed inside, even though the room seemed to be more of a danger itself than anything anyone could bring inside, except for maybe a large bomb of some sort.  There was even electricity crackling between open wires hanging from the ceiling.  Whatever city the building belonged to either did not care, or simply didn't have the budget for repairs.

It felt like home.

Jonathan Crane stepped out of the glowing green portal, itself having appeared in the room just before he did.