Sheldon bolted another door open by kicking it hard and was in for an immediate surprise.
There was a man standing facing a mirror with his back to Sheldon.
"Welcome Rem Ludas, we've been waiting."
What was the man calling him?"Hey I think you're mistaken, I'm She--"
"Sheldon Erikson, resident of Marsopolis city, one of the remaining survivors of the catastroph, grandson of Philip Erikson. Yes, we know all about you," said the man grinning, revealing his gold canines in the process.
The man had turned. He looked like an experienced veteran who had witnessed many battles, but never fought any. His perfectly spotless face had only one visible scar, visible right below his left eye. He had jet black eyes and was completely bald.
"We shall begin now," he said at last.
YOU ARE READING
The Game of Realities
FantasyAs he wandered through the rooms, he knew, he was dreaming but he felt so 'real'. The question is "Are you in for a game?"
