Akira awoke to a dimly lit room, the walls merely added to the darkness as they'd been scattered with darker browns, black and purple colours. Stretching his arms and legs out he turned onto his side to look at the room bewildered by it. This was a lot different to what he was expecting to wake up to. Certain items appeared to be missing and others moved, the bookcase seemed a lot larger than he could remember and was jam packed with books and tomes. Aside from this there didn't appear to be many personal affects.
Still confused from his surroundings Akira got up from the bed, walking over to the most obvious furnishing of the bookcase. Tales and Titles that he knew of but did not own, and others that he'd not heard of albeit intriguing populated the shelves as Akira run his fingers across the spines. There was a particular book that grabbed his attention as he stopped and pulled it from amongst the others, there was no title or cover, it was just blank. With a sign Akira opened the book to see nothing but blank pages through out. "What's the point?" He questioned as he shut the book once more. As he put the book back he thought he noticed a flicker of text on the spine 'Your Story' however its fleeting existence only made Akira believe he had imagined it up.
Despite the strangeness of it all everything seemed to be positioned in a way that Akira would probably have things were he to have the choice, clutter furniture that served no purpose was gone, a small table by the bed containing photo's from his past in small frames. But leaning against those frames appeared to be a mask. Akira picked it up, yet another confusing item this was something he definitely did not own. It was definitely interesting, Akira felt somewhat drawn to it as he lifted it up to his face, it felt weirdly comfortable fitting perfectly against his face. It was almost as if someone had been following him and had made the room specifically for him to occupy.
Akira pulled the mask away, as the clock finally drew his attention. Sat beside the door, in this near silent location the chime of its operation had finally worked its way into Akira's tired head. He approached the clock tilting his head to the side, this wasn't something he'd choose to own... wait is that, music? Akira went to open the door only for his foot to kick against it and his head to softly bounce off of its surface as it refused to budge. He grunted in annoyance of what had just transpired as he took a step back. All he could do now was wait right? To see if the situation would change maybe? Akira contemplated to himself as he sat on the floor next to the clock, as close he could get to the door as he just continued to observe the room, waiting to see if anything were to change once more.
Still confused from his surroundings Akira got up from the bed, walking over to the most obvious furnishing of the bookcase. Tales and Titles that he knew of but did not own, and others that he'd not heard of albeit intriguing populated the shelves as Akira run his fingers across the spines. There was a particular book that grabbed his attention as he stopped and pulled it from amongst the others, there was no title or cover, it was just blank. With a sign Akira opened the book to see nothing but blank pages through out. "What's the point?" He questioned as he shut the book once more. As he put the book back he thought he noticed a flicker of text on the spine 'Your Story' however its fleeting existence only made Akira believe he had imagined it up.
Despite the strangeness of it all everything seemed to be positioned in a way that Akira would probably have things were he to have the choice, clutter furniture that served no purpose was gone, a small table by the bed containing photo's from his past in small frames. But leaning against those frames appeared to be a mask. Akira picked it up, yet another confusing item this was something he definitely did not own. It was definitely interesting, Akira felt somewhat drawn to it as he lifted it up to his face, it felt weirdly comfortable fitting perfectly against his face. It was almost as if someone had been following him and had made the room specifically for him to occupy.
Akira pulled the mask away, as the clock finally drew his attention. Sat beside the door, in this near silent location the chime of its operation had finally worked its way into Akira's tired head. He approached the clock tilting his head to the side, this wasn't something he'd choose to own... wait is that, music? Akira went to open the door only for his foot to kick against it and his head to softly bounce off of its surface as it refused to budge. He grunted in annoyance of what had just transpired as he took a step back. All he could do now was wait right? To see if the situation would change maybe? Akira contemplated to himself as he sat on the floor next to the clock, as close he could get to the door as he just continued to observe the room, waiting to see if anything were to change once more.