Prologue

Virgil was just lying in the middle of his room, listening to music. Then... he heard something. A faint ticking sound. He turned off his music. The ticking grew louder and louder. Virgil got up and looked around his room, in a panic.

Then white vines seeped in through the walls, the ceiling, and the floor. The white vines from the floor wrapped themselves around Virgil's feet and traveled up. The ceiling vines lifted Virgil up and wrapped themselves around his throat.

Virgil couldn't scream... he couldn't move... the rest of the vines wrapped themselves around Virgil's arms, leaving his torso alone. Virgil started to feel tired...

He blacked out, leaving his head hung low.