15 people lay unconsious in a room. It was a very fancy living room. Everything you'd imagine would be in a rich person's mansion's main room. A painting with your average monotone greens and browns above a fancy brick fireplace and a red rug with golden highlights. A fancy brown leather couch stood infront of it and a golden chandelier hanging proudly on the ceiling. "eh..?" the first victim awoke. "where..is this..? Where am I?!" panic. Nothing new. Acyie's eyes dart around the room to the other 14 people currently unconsious. "uh...what a weird...dream! Yeah.." Acyie reaches in his pocket for his phone. It isn't there. "uh...i must've left it-" he's cut off by a scared fellow backing away from Acyie. Pathetic, really. "oh- uhm hi! Are you okay..?" they stare at him with widened eyes. "Who..?" they finally speak. "I'm Acyie! No need to be scared." The scared human calms down. "I'm..Eclogue..." they state. "Eclogue? Isn't that like..a poem?" Acyie questions, purely curious. "yeah...?" Eclogue looks around. "should we wake them..?" they ask. "good idea."
Just pathetic.
