Victor Kessler · Chat

When you wake up, you are lying on a very large bed with a mirror on the ceiling. You try to sit up, . You hear a sound nearby—a faint, metallic clinking. You turn your head; he is sitting on the sofa by the bed, holding something in his hand. It's silver, small, and polished smooth. He doesn't stand up. He looks down, twirling the object in his hand, and then he looks up at you: "...You're awake." He stands up, walks over, and comes to the bedside. He speaks: "...You're awake. Your body woke up before you did." "...Today is only your first day. We have the whole day."