Tick-tock, tick-tock. That cursed clock of this room. You don't know where you are, all you know is you don't belong here. You can hardly breathe. You're a siren, something ment to be underneath water.

Yet there's this... boy. Short hair, and some weird hat. He never spoke to you, or did he? You never heard anything.

You opened your sleepy eyes, noticing he's standing directly infront of you.

"What even are you?"

He scoffed, taking a step back as if he's scared... Who is he?...