2 Mysterious man

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Nathan's POV

I should continue looking around. Now that I can't brake the windows I have to figure out how to unlock those doors. Great!

I walked in the room and it was the most colourful room inside this house. There were a lot of paitings on the walls. One was three snowy mountain but in the front blood red flowers were growing. In winter? It looked painfully cold as if I would be standing there. This brought agonising ache in my chest.

"What's wrong with it?" I ripped myself from that painting and gazed at the others. Closest to me was just a nightsky of a big city. It brought sadness but nothing else to the level of the first one which was hanging in the middle of the room.

"This could be art room." I said to myself, well no one was there with him. So obviously he'll have monologue. At least he didn't have to spend time with someone like the first guy he saw. I still don't know the name of but that's for later.

I walked out of crazily painted room. On the left I could see the staircase so I walked straight. Walking into the room I already new this was a studio. I'm not going to question why one is in here. Is this room soundproof? That I should look into. Left side was filled with instruments, the right had recording room. I walked ahead and turned on the computer up front. There was no internet but something interesting caught my eye.

2035 of May 22nd, 10:45 am.

How long have we been here? Then did he take us? What I was doing before being kidnapped?

More and more questions exploded in my head, making me dizzy. I grabbed the table to suport my weight as I felt I could fall any second. It got worse as now I almost wanted to trow up, forcing myself from something like that. My body was starting to collapse on me.

"Nathan get yourself together." I reminded and tried to focus on something that way maybe my sickness will go away. I opened the drawer thinking it would distract me. Inside was wrist watch. I can use this.

I took the watch and did my best to put it on my hand. By now I was sitting on the ground concentrating. As I put the thing on my hand my brusting heart stopped beating out of my chest and I was able to breath in.

What was that? I shouldn't ask myself anything about the past or next time I wouldn't be this lucky. Could that have been side affect from erasing my memory? I should avoid it for now. It wouldn't be good collapsing in this place. I glance at the watch again.

Peer at the time again. 10:52 am. I view my clock and set the time. It'll be helpful to determine where I was at what time. Notepads could show time but I'm not carrying that around.

I should move ahead. I left the room hoping to forget what happened in there for me. I'm surely not going back there again soon.

The next door further was nursery. "Thank you for preparing a room for me, as if you knew I'll get sick in the previous one." I said sarcastically.

Though I don't want to stay inside here as the room was baby pink color. Let's skip this one as the color was too much to handle.

At the end of the hallway were two doors left on both sides. As I was already more on the left side I just opened the closest to me. This room was definitely laundry room as it had 10 washing machines. Some ropes and pins hanging on it indicating for wett clothes to hover.

Nothing important here. I walked to the room facing. Empty rasin color floor with high windows from top to bottom on two sides of the room. Front and left in between plum curtains. So this is Hall. It's common for mansions to have this room. But psychomantuem? What with that?

"Ignore it, Nathan." I remind myself once again. I'm more interested in the second floor. Library sounds calming.

As my feet gladly dragged me the way to the second floor I stopped on my tracks as I saw another door on the right of the staircase facing me. Library was really tempting but I had to force my body to look inside. Better know what's behind all the doors as I already knew about the weapon room. It was hidded but I shouldn't take chances.

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