Cold Odyssey

Chapter Four.

"How'd I get here?" You inquire with a desperate curiosity, though you don't expect much of an answer. He seems just as clueless as you.

"Magic." Lucent states jokingly before correcting himself with a slight cough, realizing this isn't the right time to play around. "I've really no idea."

You huff, brows knitting together. This doesn't make sense. What, you go to bed one night, and wake up in the woods? Come to think of it, you can't really remember what happened before you got here. Or what your life was like. Or who you are. A feeling of panic settles in.

"I can't remember anything before this." Your tone is hushed.

"Seems I'm not the only one with that issue, eh?"

"You can't remember anything either?"

"Afraid not."

"Shit." You curse under your breath, scouring your memories for anything from your past. Alas, nothing.

"I want to leave. I want to go home." You said, though you can't recall where home is.

Lucent folds his arms across his chest, letting out a low sigh. "Not sure you can. If I'm being honest with you, I've been stuck here for a while. Don't know how long. Can't really tell the days apart, especially without a calendar."

"Can't tell the days apart? How is that... what? You don't see the Sun rise and fall?"

"There is no Sun here." Lucent speaks simply, though his words carry a heavy somberness to them.

You're taken aback. No Sun? What kind of twisted fucking place is this?

"You're basically saying it's always night." You raise a brow, a hand on your hip.

"Exactly what I'm saying. Seems unbelievable, I know."

"That's why you're so pale." You comment.

"That is.. correct, I suppose." He agrees with a light chuckle, shrugging his shoulders.

Letting out a long sigh, you navigate throughout the space, gradually guiding yourself into a living room. Lucent follows behind you quietly.

The living room mirrors the overall state of the rest of the house. A sofa rests in the center, its worn leather peeling back. A dysfunctional TV occupies a stand, the screen shattered, with glass shards scattered about the floor.

"Do you live..." You cringe at the sight of mold trailing up a discolored wall, spreading out across the ceiling. "..." A pause. "here?"

"No. I don't really live anywhere in particular."

"...So you wander around?"

A chuckle from him. "That's exactly what I do." He agrees, sarcasm evident in his tone.

"And sleep in the middle of the woods?"

"Of course not. Who do you think I am? Sleeping 'in the middle of the woods'?"

"Then you sleep on those dirty beds."

He lets out a hesitant sigh. "Yes, I do sleep on those dirty beds."

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