[azazel.]

Something about this place seems familiar to you.
It's quiet, misty, and the floor seems to hum under your feet.
You're frightened.
But you don't run.
You want to run, but your body doesn't seem to be letting you leave.
The clouds above are making some ominous noises.
They drift lazily around in your sights, flickering with small lightning bolts, but never leave.
Maybe if you pretend to be asleep
It'll all go away.