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April 14th
Wyndon, Galar
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Rowan Wrynn
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POSTED ON Oct 10, 2021 23:21:21 GMT
The mist continued to thicken as Rowan pushed further into the phenomenon, disorienting him and obscuring the figure he’d seen before. “Rowan…” A voice whispered out to him from the haze, unknown and yet somehow familiar at the same time. “Who's there?” Cautious steps brought him towards the source of the enigmatic voice, the whimsical pink mist slowly becoming a sinister crimson before his eyes.
Suddenly, Rowan found himself standing before a series of solid pillar-like structures, forming what appeared to be a cage. “Hello?” He called out, taking a step forward to place his hand on the stone, able to hear the sounds of heavy breathing on the other side. “Is someone back there?”
Crimson eyes appeared in the darkness, hungry and filled with rage. “Let me out, Rowan…” The growling voice was deep, but still unmistakable...this was his own voice. “LET ME OUT!” It commanded with a booming shout, forcing him to quickly step backwards. One foot stepped over the other, causing Rowan to stumble and fall, plummeting down into seemingly infinite darkness below.
Rowan opened his eyes to find he wasn’t falling anymore. The darkened walls that surrounded him continued to push forward, the room slowly closing in on him until he found himself in an area no bigger than a small closet. “Rowan, you’ve been misbehaving again.” A voice he recognized this time, his father’s. “Please, I promise I’ll be good! Don’t lock me in here!” Another voice, his own again but younger. “Please, father! I’m scared!”
A door opened before him, light flooding the darkened room and temporarily blinding Rowan. “Hello?” There was a shape in the door, much taller than himself. The figure extended their hand into the darkness, and Rowan reached his own outwards. A warm hand clasped his own, slippery with some substance, dripping down his wrist. Soon, the disorientation faded away and Rowan found he was face to face with himself.
Bodies were strewn across the room, blood splattered and gore exposed in a sickening scene. The other Rowan clutched a knife in his hand, a smile across his lips with flecks of blood clinging to his face. “This is what you really are, Rowan.” The doppelganger stepped around the room, kicking over one of the bodies to show the bloodied face of Cillian Quinn .
“No...I couldn’t do something like this…” Rowan stepped backwards, nearly tripping over another body, the mutilated corpse of THEO BECKETT staring up at him with vacant eyes. “Stop lying to yourself.” Frightened, he searched the room for an exit, only to see Melody Miro slumped over against the wall, her throat sliced from one end to another. “I’m not you!”
The doppelganger rushed forward and grabbed Rowan by the throat, pressing him up against the wall. “I’m what you need to be if you want to survive!” A sharp pain radiated from his gut, looking down to see the knife plunged into his own stomach. “LET ME OUT!” The voice shouted again, shaking the walls of the room and once more plunging him into darkness.
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