Prologue

Ring...ring..ring..

It seemed to be yet another normal day in my life when I first awoke, and- I had to take on the roles of the regular day as well. My job draining me almost every day. Then, at 7:42PM sharp, it happened. The phone placed upon the poorly decorated wall rung, its piercing volume outweighing all other noise in my vicinity. I reached out, and grabbed on the old fashioned phone decorated in a dark hues brown and "dressed up" via golden trimming.

"Greetings, this is George Martin, how may I help you?"

I asked in utter curiosity of who would call me of all people.

"Grüße, unwürdig."

Replied a voice through the phone, it sounded hazy, along with that- it was entirely incoherent to me.

"Im— I'm sorry, I don't speak that—"

I began to say, just who exactly was this? And what language was this?

"Du bist ein unwürdiger Sklave"

Another response hazily came out of the phone, and with it, fog massively spread across the tiny boxed in area which I called a "room", well— it was. It was a pathetic excuse of one.

"Again— I don't understand you!"

My voice got heightened and the nervousness clearly started to kick in and become noticeable due to the fact that I began to shake in a constant manner of fear that I would never be able to understand the person across the phone.

"Ich bin in deinem Haus."

And again, I had no idea what was going on or what the unknown caller was saying to me, so I extended my hand out to the green wall and connected the phone. Immediately, the line the man was on was cut off and no voice formed for the first time in forever.

"Here it is, I thought this would be a typical day."

I was wrong entirely, the day had already began to get weird, and it wasn't even 8:00PM yet, but I already felt tired.

My head felt a rumbling within which threw off all mental focus left in my tank, and with it, my body felt physically drained as well. As if mind and body were connected together and came to a sudden shut down.

It was dark only for a matter of a flickering second before I noticed that the outside of the world was lightened by the bright star hung above, only about 1/12 of the sun being hidden by the clouds.

Eager to discover more, I opened the window which was installed upon the shithole that I lived in, it was creepy. Everything gave off the presence of the night, but it appeared as day. Such a strange occurrence to me.

It was in that moment that I felt upon my neck,I felt blood. Immediately rushing to a mirror I had found that my throat was rapidly spilling blood everywhere as I began to lose sight of reality. I was dying, surely that's what it is. This is my way of death, which I seemed to accept in that moment. By now, I was drenched in my own blood, bathing in it. Everything went black..this was it, surely. I had died..and at such a young age

No matter...if this is my death, I can rest now.