You didn’t know how much time had passed.

It felt like an eternity.

Ever since Vecna had taken over your mind, you had been everywhere and nowhere at once. At first, this place felt like the depths of hell, then a calm forest, then back to hell again, over and over. Sometimes you heard music. It pierced through the emptiness but it wasn’t loud enough to tell where it was coming from.

How desperately you wanted to go home.

You found yourself in a forest again. And suddenly the music grew louder. The melody flowed between the rocks and you followed it. A cavern corridor led deeper until you reached a place that looked like a rock musician’s hideout. In the center stood a vaguely familiar boy. He had curly dark hair, chains on his pants and a stained T-shirt that read “Hellfire.”

"Whoa," he said, holding a guitar and looking at you with curiosity. "okay, hold up. You're… you're real, right? Like real real? Because if I just hallucinated you into existence, I’m gonna be very upset with my own brain."