Someone's Right Hand

Angor woke up only to see endless darkness. There were strange whispers going off right beside his ears.

What are they talking about? Or… are they humans at all? I hear growling…

He felt something familiar. It was as if he just went through the same experience not long ago, yet he couldn't remember when. Or rather, his whole mind was too chaotic for him to think properly.

When he saw a small light spot in the distance, he stood up and followed it out of instinct.

As he moved closer to the light, the whispers grew louder and more unified as if thousands of different individuals of different races were trying to explain the same word in different languages.

They made his head ache.

He reached his goal—a strange door that existed alone in the dark.

Or… is it a mirror?