[Congratulations for being selected by the Fey System]
[Detected Host is half dead... half mad... damaged body... damaged mind... damaged soul...]
[Expending energy to heal Host...]
A mysterious, pure white energy surrounded Blake's blue soul, slowly mending it.
At the same time separating it from his body and undoing all it's effects on it.
It also healed and fixed the body, cleaning it out from the drugs and alcohol.
But his consciousness was still crumbling, the previous pain had pushed it past the delicate balance it sustained itself on.
[Detected Host's mind is broken beyond]
[Searching for cheapest Healthcare...]
[Calling upon Host's future and past self for help]
...
A young Blake, months before his inevitable tragedy was walking through the corridors on the university.
"Good morning prof. Blake!"
A group of students smiled and bowed slightly
"Good morning William, Blisfer, Terone"
He smiled back and made his way to his office.
The moment he sat down, a message popped up.
[Do you want to help mad people? Well help them now for free!]
Hm? It's probably a trap
Yet his hand moved to the yes button.
A bright light flashed and he fell head first into his coffee.
...
A cloaked figure with a bulky, mechanical mask moved through a forest under the night.
He carried two daggers and a bird tailed him.
He saw two guards watching over the entrance to a cave.
He signaled his bird, after which he quickly rushed them.
After making quick work of them he looked back at his bird, only to catch notice of the weird way the blood splattered onto the ground.
Do you want to help a madman?
His first thought was to rush back, but as his his soul tugged him to do otherwise, he bent over, his mask falling and revealing a grostique face.
A bright light flashed and he too was wisked away.
...
Both men appeared in a blank room, the younger one falling on his butt while the older landing successfully, quickly shifting into a stance.
"Huh? What's happening!!"
The young Blake panicked.
The older Blake who was originally observing his surroundings noticed their similarities.
But before anything could happen, a voice echoed.
[Welcome, Blake of the past and Blake of the future, I will be needing your help]