Oct 5, 2024
Ivor has been walking through the yellow halls for what felt like eternity now. The moist air felt suffocating as he was trying to control his breathing, flinching at every sound and every flicker of the lights above him. It surely is just a very very bad dream, right? Theres just no way that he, the Onceler got sent to this... purgatory. His business was just kicking off, a bright future ahead of him. He looked at his watch, the longer hand of it barely moving and the shorter speeding counter-clockwise. It has change directions, what 4 times now? Riddiculous, just like this whole situation. He rubbed at his right eye, that has started to hurt not long ago.
Hello? Is there anyone here? Please, anybody...