"Allow me to play more, friend…"
Zeth finds himself in a void where darkness and nothingness prevail. At first, he thought he was suspended in the air, but he could feel the cold tiled floor beneath his feet. There was a shiver down his spine as he heard a grumbling, excited moan behind him.
"More playtime! More! More! More!"
But when he turned around, he was met with nothing but more endless emptiness. Zeth frantically looks for the eerie presence, trying to follow the direction of the voice. He tried screaming, but he soon realized that he had no mouth. In fact, he also had no hands, no legs, and no eyes.
…
Zeth woke up gasping for air. He sits upright on a bed, breathing heavily and sweating profusely.
