The earliest I can remember is that I am in an empty room, sitting at a dining table with a good friend (I cannot recall who) and a faceless figure in a light gray hoodie. I don’t remember why, but I know that this figure is dangerous and needs to be stopped. Because of this, I pull out my camera and try to take pictures of him, knowing that he is almost dead. However, the pictures don’t go through, only giving out little clicks. This alerts the figure and he begins to stare me down, he knows that I am onto him. I get enraptured with fear, panicking, releasing the shutter as many times as possible, my vision being blurred and distorted with each button press. Soon, I realize that I need the flash for this to work, and so I open it up and take one last photo. I fall backwards in my chair as everything goes white.
I come to, still facing the ceiling and unsure of what happened. Then, the hooded figure comes to my aid, holding out a hand to help me up. I recognize him now, Lijla. My preconceived fear slowly fades as I take his hand and get up. Not before toasting to his shot of Jack Daniels, though. I look around and see that I am in my room, though it is much more open and white than usual, but all this is masked by the crushing red light emanating throughout the room. More people appear out of the corner of my eye, first Rack Pit, then Dryer, then A Hat Ani, and then Ivadd, who I never expected to see with such a crowd. I greet every one of them and express shock at their *seemingly* sudden appearance, to which they all shrug off as they “have always been here.”