Era of Ezri

Hero hour

Samson

Peculiar.

The Truman property was nothing short of unique with its oddly shaped buildings and abstract architecture but there wasn't time to admire the construction of this hidden estate, I had to find the girl.

But where to start was the biggest question, we only had so long before our spirit forms began to deteriorate. As a Gatekeeper, I could last longer than Blaze, but even still, I wanted to return in one piece.

There was only one building that seemed to have some activity and considering it was the early hours of the morning, that had to be suspicious.

Me and the Commander were hidden behind some shrubbery near a barn on the property. Blaze had his binoculars out and appeared to be scanning the area before I tapped his shoulder and pointed towards what looked like the central building.

He nodded before we began to make our way through the estate, however just before we reached the front doors to what I assume was the family home, I felt small vibrations from somewhere deep underground.

"Blaze,"

He turned around as I pointed towards the ground. The Commander's eyebrows drew together in confusion before he finally picked up on what I was pointing out.

The vibrations and ripples of energy that I could detect were coming from the direction of the quieter building that was scaled with greenery.

As we approached, the quakes only got stronger and led us round the back of the structure where there was an exterior entrance to a basement.

Me and Blaze shared a look, before I approached the doors and shifted through the surface, the Commander followed shortly after.

We seemed we'd found ourselves in some sort of tunnel with white tiles along the floor and lining the walls, somewhat similar to the sterile look of the hospitals back in Pinkett.

Blaze

The intensity of the bright environment seared my eyes as they tried to adjust to the strange environment.

As we inched further into the space, what I once thought was some kind of hospital slowly became something more sinister.

The hallway expanded wider and stationed against the walls were old, dusty, battered psych beds with leg and arm restraints.

Old broken screens lined the walls, glitching with static and the pristine marble flooring was caked in cracks like an army had charged through these halls.

Were they running some kind of asylum?

Once we reached the end of the hallway, there were two thick reinforced double doors with steel bolts sealing it closed.

Something told me that whatever we found behind those doors would change everything.

"For Ezri," I muttered, before stepping through the metal barrier.

As soon as I passed through, I was sprinting like I never had before to reach the harrowing screams that haunted the hallways like the ghosts that likely walked these corridors.

Samson was only a couple steps behind me when we barged through another set of reinforced doors and into the madness.

Ezri was strapped to a table inside some kind of glass contraption, the glass steamed like they were cooking her alive.

And in another container was a corpse that I could only assume someone had dug out of the ground. What kind of sick shit were the Trumans doing?

Knowing that my body was only corporeal, I turned to Samson but he was already acting.