A/N: This is probably inaccurate. Worst title name for a story ever.

Ken. I don't consider myself a fan of him, but I keep having ideas for him, even if I have no idea how this will go.

I honestly don't know what happens next after chapter 5. It's one of my most proud works but I just don't know how it continues...

"I told you!" Ken yelled at the police officer. "The sky was green, and a shining horse monster killed my mom!"

Ken had never thought it would lead him to a mental hospital. If he didn't insist so much about it, people might have shrugged it off as him being tired, or traumatized, or whatever. Now they thought he's crazy. And to be honest, Ken didn't blame them. He would rather be here for now than being shoved into an orphanage.

"There were coffins, and I heard something. I swear I tasted blood, too!"

There were many kinds of people. Ken managed to make some friends there, more like people who he could talk with. This one guy said he could summon demons to fight demons. The other said that he saw statues walking in broad daylight. Ken nodded while listening to their stories. With his own story as ridiculous, Ken could understand why no adults believed him.

"It happens every night," Ken told the doctor. Doubtful eyes, adults shaking heads, and a bottle of pills he never took.

He was not crazy, he told himself. If Ken slept through it, everything was normal. If he decided to stay up until late at night, the green sky was back. They told him to sleep eight hours a day, but he couldn't help staying awake until the green sky had passed. When he was back at home, that night, it was blurry. It was green. He felt nauseous. He felt out of place in his own house with a coffin that was his mother. He never saw her outside of that coffin ever again.

They will seem very real, they said.

It is real, Ken thought. It is very real.

People come and go. Some people had been there for longer than Ken. Some people stayed only for a week. 'Where will I be after this?' Ken asked himself one night lying on his stiff bed. Most likely an orphanage. His father adopting him was out of the picture. That guy wouldn't have waited this long to bring his son back into a family. Ken knew he was less of a son and more of a mistake. Ken had been here for a few weeks. He started to accept that being in an orphanage might not be that bad.

Until a limousine appeared in the car park, and someone asked to meet him.

It was a man with long brown hair reading his files. He adjusted his glasses and had that smirk that crept Ken out a little. When the man finally noticed Ken, he invited Ken to live in a dorm. A dorm, huh. It could be better than an orphanage. It took a few hours to sign the papers and pack his belongings, not like he own anything. It was nighttime by the time he was standing in front of the building and the car.

During the car ride, Ken wondered what kind of people this man was, and what kind of people stayed in the dorm, and if they knew about his knowledge of that hour. This man had read his files. This man kept driving in silence. The car ride was no longer than ten minutes.

The car stopped and Ken looked through the car window. A four-story building. Iwatodai Dormitory.