[ Sari's point of view ]
My eyes opened slowly, greeted by the light of an unfamiliar white room. I was alone, it was so quiet making me uneasy rather than feeling at peace. To my surprise the heavy wooden doors swung inward, revealing a procession of figures.
First came the three Noble Heroes, their auras where shining with power they each hold. Their faces were unfamiliar, like names that was spoken once and quickly forgotten. Followed by unfamiliar faces of four old people. But then Mr. Yabo appeared. His presence made me relax a bit knowing there's someone I knew—his eyes dimmed with a quiet, unsettling concern. And then, the final figure stepped through, Mr. M. Framed by the doorway, his silhouette blazed against the harsh light outside as he walked inside the room.
