April 7th, 1998
Multiple sirens could be faintly heard in the background
Colliding with the noise outside a person appears on a TV in yellow-brown lightroom with brown carpet stained red
solely these sentences could be heard
"30-year old ____found nearly dead in his apartment complex, what caused this is unknown but ______ what detectives found out____ on April 7th, 1998. ____"
This faint voice was somewhat blurred and could barely be heard.
As the sirens grew fainter and fainter
Wheel-like sounds clanked on the hard white floor and what sounded like multiple rushed footsteps but hushed voices giving orders until in front of an open-door bright white room, doors opening and closing, what sounded like 𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓽𝔀𝓸, 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮....𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻 people..in the room? Or was it maybe se-
"Hurry up, it's-"
"Almost over." A wide grin creeps upon this face, as it feels like everything's attention is now focused on this figure, everything 𝒷𝓊𝓉 the people in the room, they carry on in the background looking for items in a panicked rush.
The figure walks around the room at a sluggish pace, eyes still concentrated on mine, I open my mouth to try to say something, 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓰, but all that came through was a grunt, though it was enough to grab the attention of one of the people in the room, now that I got a closer look I could glimpse at what they were wearing. Still, in simpler terms, it seemed I'm in the ER.
The figure seemed to be out of place, yet no one spared it a glance, and continue trying to figure out what was happening. After what felt like ages everyone halts to a stop and stares heavily over my way, eyes focus next to my head as sighs of disappointment were released, and chatter with deep frowns filled the room once again. The figure, now leaning on a wall to my left once again, gives a smile, I had almost forgotten about it, but it sure hadn't forgotten about me
"Henry, it all begins, now."