"Do you remember where you were before this?" asked the young man, peering at him over thin-rimmed glasses. His dark blue hair, tousled yet deliberate, framed his face, but the dark shades he wore indoors made his expression unreadable. Despite the confines of the small room, his attire was a stark contrast: a black tank top hugged his torso, while his military pants—a patchwork of ash and deep gray—hung loose.
Leo—no, Ryan—gulped, his throat dry. "I... I don't remember," he mumbled. He wanted to say more, but a sudden message flared up in his mind's eye, the words clear and impossible to ignore.
[Do not reveal anything related to the other realm to complete mission]
Mission? What mission? The details eluded him, still, the impulse to obey was stronger than any uncertainty.
