Candlelight

When I came to I was in a small room, lying on the floor. The opposite wall held a door, and the walls were painted white. The only light was provided by a tall white candle in the middle of the room.
The door creaked open, blinding me for a moment before it was closed again. When my eyes focused again the same dark figure that had tackled me was sitting opposite me, legs crossed.
"Who're you?" I asked.
"We," the figure said, gesturing to the two others behind him or her. "Are the friends of your brother."
My breath caught in my throat. "What'd you do to him?"
"Nothing." The figure placed his/her hand back in his/her lap. "He is our friend."
"Well-- Well why am I here, then?" I sputtered.
"You're here because your brother's been taken."
"I know that," I said dryly, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.
"Well your brother's been taken by the government, you see."
"I figured," I muttered.
"He was not taken to Therapy, though."
I nodded.
"He was taken by the Task Force of LPD, or TFLPD as you may know it."
"But why?" I scrunched up my nose, confused.
The figure shrugged. "We don't know. That's why you're here; to help us figure out why and how so we can rescue him if he's not dead."
"Where did the TFLPD come from anyway?" I asked.
"Well," the figure said. "They originated as carriers of light, or of candles, servants essentially. They followed the rich around, bringing light to the night. Eventually, however, some of the light carriers turned to the darkness in hopes of escaping slavery. My ancestors refused to accompany them and so they found a way to pass on the knowledge of our betrayal. Eventually all the slaves earned their freedom thanks to the faithful, good slaves, but the dark slaves never forgot. They eventually formed the TFLPD, and have been trying to ruin this orginization ever since we moved our headquarters outside of the city limits."
"Okay," I said slowly. "But who are you?"
The figure sighed. "We are the carriers of candles. I'd have thought you would've figured that out by now."
He/she removed his/her hood and mask, revealing a scruffy beard, long curly hair twisted into cornrows, dark brown eyes, and worn skin black as night.
"I mean, you woke up surrounded by candlelight. Seriously."