The room is... dark. Cold. You may not be seated in this dark space, but something tells you that there's a chill in the air. The camera has crackled and sputtered to life after so very long. The lens is cracked, and in the top left of the display, the "low battery" icon flashes violently. How it's turned on is beyond you.
There is static. So much static drowns through the speakers until a voice —a familiar voice, at that — cuts through the static wall. Piercing eyes stare back at you through the camera, but it's hard to tell their hue behind the monochrome tint.
"Well," the voice whispers. Words bounce between your right speaker, then to your left. The voice is never one volume as it shifts, and shifts, and shifts from whispers to crackling booms. "Things didn't go according to plan, hm? I suppose it's easy enough to say that time...waits for no one."
Silence once more. A low hum seems to have rooted its way through the microphone of the camera. "Another chance, perhaps? Another time? My oh my, what shall we do this time? Perhaps...another Chance to dance one last time? To see your precious little boy?"
A laugh and shrill screech slams through the feed. One by one, the time on the clock begins to reverse. The speed only quickens as the days go back from 10, to 9, to 5, to 1. To numbers that are moving oh so fast as the laughter booms and echoes.
The eyes stare at you until the display reaches 00:00:00:00. Time waits for no one.
Time to play again?
