John stumbled out of the room, finding himself in a desolate cityscape. Buildings stood empty and broken, with twisted metal and shattered glass everywhere. A cold wind howled through the streets, carrying whispers of the command.
He had no memory of his life before the inferno. Who was he? What had he done?
John spotted a shattered mirror on the ground and approached it cautiously. His reflection stared back, distorted and unfamiliar.
He recoiled, stumbling backward. Who was that? What had happened to him?
The city seemed to stretch on forever, a barren wasteland devoid of life. John was alone, with only the echoes of the command to guide him.