Prelogue

Time's up

The heat was particulary high and the wind was almost non-existent. Humidity was at its peak and the he was soaked wet. That's what woke him up in the first place. It looked as if he had bathed in his own sweat but then that was the least of his problems.


He realized that he was bound, unable to move. His head was really heavy due to the real strong dosage and he slowly opened his eyes. All he could see was a weak image of a table and an empty vase. He was unable to scream or even talk, only a painful grunt came out. Slowly but steadily, vision was restored as the effects were wearing out. The entire room was empty except for the table and the vase. There were no windows. There was no sound except for this ventilator which made more noise and spurted less of air. Anxiousness now built up and the adrenalin started pumping up. Now he checked himself, everything was fine with him - for the moment, his brain added. He strained his five senses to get him more information but all that he drew was a blank. His brain told him, "Is it time for you to go??"