It was a feeling he knew all too well:
The feeling of occupying his body. It was like fitting into a cloth, and when it was done, the fingers were the easiest to move, followed by the eyes.
But the sensation of it all wasn't pleasing this time.
If anything, it was... annoying.
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Yaaaawn
A loud yawning sound echoed through the wide hall, where only a single silhouette could be seen.
A scrawny-looking man in his early thirties, dressed roughly in official wear, his suit tossed over at the far corner of the table, barely hanging onto the edges for dear life.
One of his legs rested on the table, a pair of dim brown eyes looking blankly at the screen where a being suspended mid-air, illuminated by golden rays of light, could be seen.
"Ugggh, for how long will he remain like that?"
Adrian thought as he rubbed his eyes.
He had been given a single task.
A task he had been told was of paramount importance.
