Your Apartment

Rubbing the bridge of your nose as you tried to think, you found it troublesome to focus as your brain tried to make sense of what was going on. While one part of your brain was desperately trying to understand what was going on, the other was happily grunting about the promising opportunities being laid at your feet.

Is everything here the result of hallucinogens? Was he **** somehow? That must be it. None of this is actually happening, is it? There's just no other explanation...

...or is there? Is there a scientific reason supporting the validity of all of this?

Pushing the thought to the side, you focus on the last place that you remembered being before waking up here. The only place you wanted to be now was back home, in the comfort of your small apartment on campus. The fridge stocked with your favorite snacks, TV and game systems, and your custom-built computer... yes, home sounds beyond perfect right now. Far away from this weird place...

Mind clear with the image of his apartment, you look to Charles with a nod.

"Got a place in mind, have you?" Charles asks. "Alright then. I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just will yourself and walk on through, understand?"

You give him an affirmative nod as he clasps the metal of the silver handle and pulls backwards, slowly swinging the massive door open. It creaks as a powerful light escapes from its depths, engulfing the area and cutting your vision off entirely.

"Remember, lad," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything around him or confirm his surroundings, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light...

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