The world, nothing but darkness.
Like an Abyss.
It was silent and dark.
All Brandon could see was nothing but an empty world.
Vast darkness.
Silence.
It was peaceful.
Then suddenly, a figure emerged.
Pale white hair, ice-blue eyes looking back at him.
'Brandon… Locke?'
It was him, yet at the same time it wasn't.
Suddenly, the figure blurred out. The scene abruptly changed.
"...?"
Brandon couldn't comprehend what was happening.
He was just in the Academy, supposedly taking History class. But the next second he was…
In a room.
A room he was quite familiar with.
No, it was the same room that he had from the previous apartment.
But…
'How am I there…?'
A figure that looked identical to Brandon Locke laid on the bed.
Yet Brandon was standing on the corner of the bed, looking down at the figure.
A vision?