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It was strange. He wasn't stuck in stasis anymore. But… Marcos wasn't here. The boy blinked, eyes trying to re-adjust to being open. When had his soul been placed in his body again? Never mind that. He needed answers. Or to at least get out of this room. Wren stood to his feet, wobbling like crazy. He tripped and knocked some sort of device off a shelf onto the ground with a light clatter. The boy turned his head to look at what exactly it was.
A phone? He had found out what the device was about a month before… before…
Well, now wasn't the time. He pocketed the phone and tried to open the door. Of course he couldn't open it. Leaning against the door, he opened the phone to try and find something to pass the time.
It was strange how quickly the screen presented him with a chat room. Who were these people? And… what should his username even be…?
Wren is typing...
I need help.