Beep… Beep
He opened his eyes to find himself in an unfamiliar, yet familiar location. It was a place he hadn't seen in a long time.
Inside a dark closet with few cleaning equipment, he rose and rubbed his eyes to take out the remaining sleep left in them.
"Where am I?... Huh, why would I ask that?" He was slightly confused, thus he looked around for a moment before catching sight of a broken mirror not far from him.
He reached out and grabbed it, pulling it to his face, he made out the rough outline of a black-haired kid with dark eyes and a slightly emaciated physique.
"I am… Roland."
At that moment, his confusion was gone and It was as if he was injected with new life as he dropped the mirror to the side before leaping to his feet.
He picked up the small foam he was laying on and placed it in a corner before quickly darting out of the closet.
"I'm back… I'm actually back."
He was currently in a corridor and this corridor was one that he remembered very well.
