“Minutes later, the air I was breathing felt different. Softer. More temperate. I could not feel my legs stride forward anymore. Instead I could feel pins and needles waking in my calves. Intrigued and hopeful, I dared open my eyes again.
I found myself sitting in front of a desk in an otherwise barren room.
Everything around me was blurred. It felt like I was surrounded by some sort of invisible smoke that caused disruptions in the atmosphere. There was a wooden box sitting ajar in front of me, an open padlock, and a mirror. I looked up. Uncertain of whom I would see.”