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[You aren't where you just were a moment ago. You remember it very clearly: who you were talking to, or fighting with, or what book you were reading.

Now? It is bit like you blinked and never opened your eyes again. The world around you is dark and devoid of boundaries or shapes. Little swirls of light and after images dance in front of your straining eyes. Your ears cling to the comfort of the sound of your clothes and your breathing over the overwhelming nothing around you.

All you know is that you are standing and you are very, very alone right now.]

[This sure is the opposite of anything good. He puts a hand out before him, fumbling to try to reach one of his brothers]

Damnit—Donny, are you experimenting with something stupid again?!

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[Your hand passes through thin, empty air.

Your voice echoes back, over and over.]

[BUT I KNOW THEY'RE HERE]

Donny? Mikey! Leo! Hey!!

[Hey! HEY! HEY!

The voice fades out and is swallowed by .. the faint sound of something ticking.]

[Well there's something to focus on. Moving hopefully towards the ticking sound, cautious.]

[It gets louder as you move. TICK. TICK. TICK. Under your feet, you can feel a bit of an incline as you move.]

[Keeping a hand out in front of him as he goes, the other resting on his sai—if they're even there]

[Your hand finds the comforting familiarity of the sai's hilt. But the other finds no target to use it again.

Instead, your straining eyes begin to make out a patch of something lighter again.]

[Heading for that]

[You being to make out what looks to be a table, backlit by a simple, odd glow.

[It happens between one step and the next. A sickening drop, a feeling of weightlessness that leaves your stomach in your throat and your arms flailing.

Then as if it never happened at all, you seem to blink, standing, about to take a step again.]

[THE HELL WAS THAT]

Tch . . . !

[takes very cautious, light steps towards the light patch again, making sure to always keep one foot firmly on the ground]

[There's a thump around you, a racing beat.. and then silence. Your next few steps are tensely uneventful.]

[Ahead you see... a table with two hands settled on it calmly.]

[ABOUT TIME. Marching up to the table!]

Hey, buddy! Where the heck am I? And who the heck are you?

[Grotesquely elongated fingers lift from the surface and gestures in the air between them, strange, nonsensical symbols and motions... finally, with easy slowness, they drop to the table, scooping up a deck of cards and holds them out for you.]

What is that, sign language? I didn't ask to play a game!

[The hands begin to shuffle it themselves leisurely.

A voice lifts, filling the silence. Low, heavy and strangely accented, it hurts your ears a little to listen to.]

Welcome, Thief.

Hey, who are you calling a thief?!

Welcome.

Shall we-

[It begins to lay out cards, face down.]

Welcome, Thief.

I'm not a thief!

Shall we see, then? What was taken.

[The hands uncurl slowly around the deck and points to the cards laying on the table.]

Are you even listening to me? Didn't steal from you. And even if I did, how are some stupid cards going to tell you anything?

[The hands settle, one over the other, in a style vaguely reminiscent of a rat.]

[Well I WAS going to leave, but that gesture is a little too familiar . . .]

Fine. You've got thirty seconds, and then I'm out of here.

[The hands lift and then finger walk across the table, fingernails clicking over the tops. It picks up on card - the Ace of Flames, then and then settles the next - the Ten of Flames, the Two of Empty lays across it, inverted. And alone sits the Seven of Death.

Finally it picks up the final card and lifts it between two fingers and holds it out to you.]

Here is your card, Thief.

Not a thief.

[takes the card anyway, frowning at it]

[The card shows a knight, bearing a shield against an unseen adversary. The knight’s eyes show no fear.]

Have a pleasant dream, Thief.

[You freeze. Everything stops, and then vanishes entirely.]

[You find yourself somewhere else.]

[You dream that you sit up in the middle of the night, your room absolutely photorealistic. The shadows are deeper, the colors a little more washed out. As you look out the window, you see a figure missing arms walk through the empty, still courtyard with stiff, awkward steps. It vanishes to the south....]

[You have a dream about jousting with Chrysos on enormous flaming horses. You feel like you might become closer soon.]

[You have a dream about baking an apple pie with Rush. You share a heartfelt conversation about your hatred of mint and zombies. You feel like you might become closer soon.]

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