A Glitch in the Virus

Preface

Wakeland City had never always been a dump that was in a decrepited state, with lost souls around every corner. Things used to be lively, there used to be life, there used to be.... color. Now it was just dark shambles of what was that now stood and loomed over all who entered and walked through the mazes. I had learned to spend most of my time in the library here to keep myself low and hidden in this City. It had become my comfort zone, or "safe zone" as you could say. Sure, there was the occasional voices of lost souls you would hear echo down the halls, or the occasional beating of the "darkness"; which is what I called the ones who were beyond saving. The only thing that confuses me is, why am I here? Why do I keep coming back here to this City? When I said I was done here I meant it, I never wanted to see this place in my dreams again but yet here I am. I've used the library on and off for what felt like weeks trying to find information on what I'm supposed to do. The closest thing I came to answers were these weird files that these dolls would lead me too with the name "Wyatt" across each of them or occasionally this female voice named "Cassandra" would share information about the cycle that Wyatt would do every time he was here that maybe I should follow his steps. Yet, how could I when these dolls were not originally mine? All I could do was follow them, every time I would one run by a different hallway or area. Then once they were gone I was on my own, until I woke up. Or what felt like waking up, it's been so long that I can't remember what being awake felt like to me. I found the last file of this man named Wyatt, who knows this place and these dolls better than anyone who's been here, though I know all the secrets here like the back of my hand. If I can somehow break his cycle of work on what he does down here maybe we'll get the answers we need together. I grab my satchel off the tree limb in the library and put it over my shoulder as I take a deep slow inhale in. I have to find Wyatt. The dolls told me he would be coming back in two days time, and when he does to watch the clocks that I find for they will point the way to him. It's now or never, I have to find a way to break his cycle in this City even if it meant becoming his glitch in his story.