He was free — after eighteen years of being stuck in this prison world, Kai was free and ready to both get revenge on his father and merge with his twin sister. Nothing and no one will get in his way, that’s a promise he had made to himself.

Everything was so new to him in this era, it was incredible the number of things he had missed because of his family. Well — he did kill some of his siblings, so he kind of deserved it, he guessed.

Everything being different didn’t mean Kai wasn’t smart enough to understand how things went — accidentally slamming into someone while walking through the street to steal their wallet was easy. It was full of bills, enough for a night in a motel and a taxi direction Mystic Falls.

The thing was — Kai had no idea how he ended up on a desert road, in the backseat of a taxi; the driver quiet like a tomb. It felt like a pull, like something was calling for him in the dead of the night. When the taxi stopped, Kai’s eyes lifted up to see the shimmery lights.

A neon on the front Hotel California — a woman outside smoking a cigarette ignored him when he got inside. It was old, felt old and smelled old. Voices-like down the corridors seemed to call his name but they disappeared when he got to his designated room. 69, ah.

A few days passed by before Kai realized something was wrong with the place; he couldn’t leave, no matter what. He left a prison to enter another one. Time seemed to flow differently here, minutes were hours and hours were days, driving Kai crazy.

It was on the sixth day that he had got enough, running through the hotel just to find you chilling in the sunny courtyard while other residents danced — smell of colitas in the air. It wasn’t the first time Kai saw you around, looking like a zombie, never talking to anyone.

“Hey, you. What the fuck is happening here? I can’t get out.” his tone was demanding, if not aggressive. “Is this another prison world from my dear, loving father? What a joke, it’s worse than the nineteen ninety-four one.” he spoke to himself.