"Ahhh!"
"What was that scream?" he asked himself, startled, as if some monster pretending to be a girl had tried to scare him.
"My head hurts… I must have drunk too much…"
Right after he said that, the same voice whispered softly near his ear.
"Everyone will die."
"What's wrong with me… my head hurts so much…"
He began breathing heavily as the pain inside his head grew stronger.
"Find all the secrets of the gods if you want to survive… and become stronger."
A sudden wave of pain struck his entire body, and everything went dark.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a different room.
It felt as if someone had carried him there after he had gotten drunk, he thought. But the room was far too unusual. Because of that, he slowly began looking around.
"I need to figure out what's going on," he muttered.
A mirror hung on the wall nearby. He walked toward it and looked at his reflection.
The person staring back at him was clearly him… yet something felt different.
His clothes were strange.
They were not modern, but they were not from the medieval era either. They looked old, slightly worn, and unlike anything from the world he remembered.
"These aren't my clothes…"
Confused, he started searching the room for anything that could explain what was happening.
After a moment, he noticed a small piece of paper lying on a desk.
He picked it up and read it.
"Buy some bread, milk, and vegetables from the market. I'll be back later.
— Mom"
At the bottom of the note, there was a name written.
Myre Vale
He stared at the name for several seconds.
"Myre… Vale…"
The name sounded strange to him… yet somehow familiar.
As if it belonged to him.
Just as he finished reading, darkness suddenly swallowed the room.
The light faded, and shadows spread across the walls like living things.
Startled, he quickly looked back at the mirror.
And froze.
His reflection looked… different.
The face was still his, but something about his eyes had changed. They seemed darker, deeper, almost as if someone—or something—was looking through them.
A cold whisper echoed inside his mind.
"Welcome to the world of mysteries, Myre Vale."
"If you want to survive… find the secrets of the gods."
Suddenly, cracks spread across the mirror.
Thin black lines crawled across the glass like a spiderweb.
Myre stared at it in shock.
Then he realized something terrifying.
In the reflection… behind him…
something was moving.