Darkness, only darkness.

Eyes starting to adjust; you now see alone figure on an island of shards. He stands, hunched over an old organ. You see him frantically scribbling notes on torn up pieces of paper.

He turns toward you and stares. Getting up from the organ, he rapidly makes his way down the island, narrowly avoiding countless shards of obsidian. He reaches a wooden rowboat at the base of the island and crawls in it. The rowboat creaks loudly under his added weight. And he rows, slowly but steadily coming right towards you!

He is covering the distance surprisingly fast, soon you are able to make out the words written on the hull.

The Phantom

That name reminds you of vague feelings of dread, fight and pity(?). It also carries a hint of mistrust.

The rowboat is now so close that you can see a lone figures face. But alas, a mask hides it (So the world can never find him?).

The rowboat has now beached on the cold hard obsidian shore. He abandons the rowboat, and walks towards you. He stops just a few feet away from you.

You try to look away,

you can’t.

Shaken, you try to turn around,

nothing happens.

You wrench at your feet, begging them to move,

they don’t.

Finally, he utters a single word,

“Christine”