There was darkness.
Darkness filled every inch of space, pressing down with a suffocating weight.
He heard cries. Sobs. A few distant screams.
Voices overlapped, some confused, some shocked.
Some… afraid.
Then there was movement.
It felt like his body was being moved, even though he wasn't moving himself.
He couldn't feel his limbs.
He couldn't tell where he was.
He didn't remember.
All he knew was that it was dark.
As the distant noise faded, everything went quiet.
Too quiet.
Ezra tried to think, forcing himself to focus through the confusion.
To remember.
'There was a mission… the Dark Ones…'
Fragments slowly returned, piecing together parts of a forgotten story.
'Kaelis… the investigation…'
His chest began to ache.
Then it hurt.
It hurt a lot.
More memories forced their way in.
'The cultists… Ricardo's family… Lanie…'
His breath hitched.
'She's dead…'
'The children…'
Ezra's eyes snapped open.
He gasped sharply as he pushed himself upright.
