บท 13: Chapter Eleven

Wake up Will, wake up!

He opened his eyes. He furrowed his brows at the unfamiliar brown wooden ceiling.

Where am I?

Groaning he sat up; immediately images of the realm flashed rapidly across his mind—the red coal horizon and the deadness that permeated through the very air of the eery void.

"Bennett." He muttered clenching his fist. He'd been behind everything.

'...so we asked them to take your memories away...'

They took his memories away?

Does that mean he never had the tumor, to begin with?

Had it all been one elaborate plan?

He had a headache just thinking about it.

"Will, you're awake." he heard a soft voice say to him.

He heard the door to his room close. The room was spacious and the air was surprisingly cool.

All he'd remembered was passing out in the arms of the man that had looked like an angel.

Will could feel the rapid increase in his heart rate as Hope drew closer.