Nikolas walked into a dimly room, the gray floor beneath his feet stretched on forever. The air was heavy with silence, and the shadows casted by the darkness danced on the walls.
Suddenly, a figure moved from the darkness, its presence making Nikolas's heart to race. A cold hand grasped his wrist, gripping it tight.
Nikolas tried to pull away, but the figure's hold was strong. It drew him deeper into the room, the gray floor blurring beneath his feet.
"Who are you?" Nikolas demanded with shaking voice.
The figure remained silent, its face hidden behind a hood.
As they reached the room's center, Nikolas saw a large, mirror. The glass surface reflecting an image that made his blood run cold.
He saw himself, lying lifeless on the gray floor, His eyes looked dead.
Nikolas's snapped his eyes back to the figure. "What do you want?" he spat.
The figure slowly lifted its head, revealing no face.
"You will die" it whispered.