Olivier was walking in an empty hallway.
And by that, he meant that he could feel his feet moving but his brain was not comprehending that he was walking. It was almost as if something else had taken control of his body and was guiding him.
Olivier kept on walking, unaware of where he was going. Finally, he reached a huge window and looked down at the ground. It was a huge fall and would result in someone's death.
But Olivier felt like jumping down. He wanted to feel the freedom that fall would bring him. He would be able to feel the wind caressing his face, the rush filling his bones.
"You want to jump down, right? It is such a good way to go out."
The voice sounded unfamiliar to Olivier but the tone pierced his heart. Olivier felt fear take hold of his soul as he looked up into a shining red.
Even that red seemed familiar to him. It was like he was staring at death all over again.
"Are you, my target? Let me see your wrist and confirm."
