"Where… Where am I?"
Van turned his head to look around, he was currently in some kind of house. It was small and unfamiliar, but still contained a warmth that made his heart feel welcomed.
"Hm…", when his vision started to darken and he felt himself be drowned by the weight of his own body, he thought that he would dream of his visions again, the one with the winged-soldiers and the giant men. It has been a while since he had it.
But this… The brightness was enough for him to feel a burn on his eyes, causing him to slightly cover his face.
"Mother, I got a job!"
"!!!", Van quickly turned around as a loud piercing noise echoed into his ears, faint, but lasting.
"That…", Van felt his throat dry up as soon as he saw a familiar face, it was Desmond. The very first one which life he took. His eyes felt unwilling to look at Desmond as he looked to the side. Are these Desmond's memories? Van whispered. If so, why was it being shown to him?
