myparanoiddream Entered the Night Life
You wake up to the sound of creaking wood. The small wooden house you find yourself in is shifting in the wind. There is nothing to note except a book on a table across the room, a sort of poster hanging up on the wall but its completely blank. As you sit up you hear footsteps behind you and despite knowing you heard someone, no one is there. Yet an eerie voice calls to you.
'It's about time you woke up.'
The voice comes from beside you to your right. A tall man with white hair trailing down his back stares down at you. His clothes are simple, torn shorts and a tank top. In his hand he carries a work hammer. Under his white hair burns crisp yellow eyes.
Roppi laid there for a little longer as he slowly took in the scene around him, he could not recall the moments before he had fallen asleep or lost consciousness and there was not a thing that looked familiar to him in this room. The building, the forestry outside, the items in the room, there was nothing there that striked him as something that he had seen before. The author pulled himself up from the floor to a sitting position, sore and stiff from lying there though it was tolerable so he mustn't have been there for very long.
At the voice, he turned slowly and towards the eyes glittering but eventually fell to the hammer in the male's hands. "...Who are you?"
