[OPEN YOUR EYES]
A man sat alone in a stone room the cold air licked at his body.
[OPEN YOUR EYES]
He did. They were piercing blue and colder than the ice that clung to the walls.
Where was he. Only a moment ago he had been at the bazaar. He had been peacefully perusing a shops wares.
What was that voice in his head it —
Vriiiiiingggggggg
He reached for his pocket and pulled out his phone.
[9+ missed calls from mum and 1 other]
He picked up. "VAERIL. WHERE ARE YOU!! I'VE BEEN CALLING FOR HOURS." He didn't want to make her worry. "I'm just at the bazaar I'll be home soon." She didn't seem satisfied. "Well make sure your home for diner".
He walked to the door it looked old. It swung open on creaking hinges.
He looked out on the city.
He was high up on the hill north of The City. It wasn't how he remembered the streets glowed and their was a faint sound of music even from so far away.
[HEAD TO THE BAZAAR]
The voice again. It was deep but soft and yet it held the sort of poise that suggested it shouldn't be messed with.
[HEAD TO THE BAZAAR]