Starter // @songofharmony
Other people who lie in this...strange place, he obviously doesn’t know. He can’t help but think about that one line on the pamphlet, ‘welcome to reality’ he’s always in reality, but the phrasing being one of the few things on that parchment seems odd. Whoever, or whatever brought him here had a very sick sense of humor. Still hung up on trying to get a better idea on his surroundings, his eyes move side to side as he walks slowly. Buildings and more buildings, the architecture of this place isn’t too spectacularly different, just enough to give him an odd feeling.
He wonders if there’s anything interesting to do here-but that worry comes secondary to finding his brothers. He still needs to finish his internal map of this place, to continue to see even if he ends up walking through the same corner or so over and over again. Somewhere, anywhere - he refuses to accept he’s completely alone here. There’s more, he knows it. Thrumming just beneath the surface.
He’s not the only one, trying to watch. He turns around after getting a strange feeling, and found a white haired man not too far behind. He seemed to be looking this way, now- “How creepy, don’t you have anything better to do, old man?”