The sun owned the sky on this day, the heat was unbearable but despite this people laughed and played like it was nothing.

Schools were filled with students and smiles were a buzz.

Thud.

Someone fell.

Thud.

Another followed.

Occurrences like these were normal by now, people dropped and dropped every day. No normal person knew what they went through but those who weren't normal knew all too well what was happening.

Humanity adapted to that fateful day and it's curse all those decades ago, the Dropping known as the Slumber among most peoples.

Most were fearful and scared of the Slumber and most were expecting it, some chased riches, wealth and status that followed if one survived the Slumber and some only hoped to bring humanity back to normal.

Thud.

All eyes turned and saw a handsome boy fall to the floor, "Riken!" a young boy shouted, he made his way towards the handsome figure that was on the floor.

Shocked and scared, he wondered what was happening to his brother but moments later, heavily armed and guarded men scurried to the hall were the young boy was.

As they approached the handsome boy, the young boy broke out into tears and cried,

"Riken! NO,YOU CAN'T GO!"

It was too late they took him and he was gone just the like sun that had let the day turn into the night.

BEEP!

BEEP!

Machines whirred as the boy was introduced to the facility, the scientists hung him to a bed and wrapped him up in tight straitjacket.

The soldiers placed themselves outside the facility in case the boy turned into a monster and failed to succeed the Slumber, things were known about the process after decades of being victims to the Awn.

If one died during the slumber, then they become a monster and if one did not die and they still fail to overcome the slumber i.e their brain is lost in slumber, then they fall victims to the Withering.