Francisco Benitez

What awaits us

His spine was rearranging, he woke to one cracking and shifting. Pain shot through his body, staggering while getting up he felt his skin starting to close. He was in a strange room, hexes everywhere, candles melted but still hot. In a mix of pain and confusion, he slipped on a piece of paper, crashing into a wardrobe. The floor was already uneven, it tipped over falling onto the floor, falling through the floor.