Eric
Eric could have sworn he had seen the smile of the mask one more time before everything had glitched to nothingness. Darkness enveloped him once again. Devoid of senses, emotion and even thoughts, he floated through limbo. It was like drifting into the void, diving into the darkness.
But after a few moments, he felt his senses return. They were blurry, not clear somehow, but they got more and more real by the second. He could feel his arms behind his back, something cold against his ankles. As he opened his eyes, he saw blue symbols in an unknown language rapidly flashing in front of his eyes. They vanished as something heavy was pulled off his head.
It was like waking up from an eternal slumber. Eric's eyes were heavy, needed a moment to get used to the light. His ears felt like they had forgotten to hear. Things still looked and sounded like before, but it was still different. Something had changed for sure. Had he made it?
Is this... Reality?
As his vision cleared, he felt something forcefully pulling him upwards by his wrists. He stumbled up, more or less getting dragged upwards by the firm grip. A cold, smoky voice got raised behind him.
"Eric Hoffner. You are now going to be brought to your temporary prison cell."
Eric didn't respond, inspected what laid in front of him. He was inside of a giant room, rows upon rows of humans sitting on chairs like the one he had sat on. They all were hooked up to some kind of machine, a mechanical device covering most of their heads like an oversized helmet. From each device, a large blue cable went upwards towards the ceiling, where it then went sideways and out of sight. All cables led in the same direction.
"Where do these lead to?"
The man behind him didn't respond, pushed him forward as Eric was forced to comply. They moved between the rows of people, all of them unmoving and sitting in silence. Were they all people currently trapped inside of the C.U.A system? Were they all inside of their own game?
"Get moving."
The grip had tightened again, the handcuffs limiting Eric's ability to fight back. He grunted in a sign of unease, responded, "Don't joke with me. Bring me to where these cable lead to. I need to turn off that fucking machine."
A bitter chuckle was audible behind him. "You wish."
Eric stopped moving. Had his ears deceived him right now?
"What's the matter? Get moving."
No. He had definitely heard that voice before. But from where?
The person pushed him forward, used more force now to drag him along. Eric fake stumbled forward, and the person took the bait. There was a short moment in time where the person's grip was weaker, a moment when he didn't hold him tight enough. A second later, Eric had managed to land a kick backwards, got a slight distance between him and the person.
He spun around,
saw a gun was pointed at him.
He saw the face of the man holding it.
His eyes widened.
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Sinner's Game
Terror'Are you ready for the secrets that await between the Lines of Reality to unfold?' It first sounds like a dream come true as Hendrick and his friends get transported into the world of 'Sinner's Game'. But things soon get more serious as their journe...
