• Where am I? He thought to himself. He slowly pushed himself off the pure white bed. Looking around, he noticed something odd. Everything was pure white. The white-framed window was open, a soft breeze flying through. Next to a white vase was a small white fan, whirling about the fresh air that traveled about.

    It was a hospital room. He could tell. He cracked his neck and fingers and pulled the covers back, allowing him to quickly glance at his clothes. They were also white. Looking at his tan hands, he tried to remember what had happened- to his dismay, nothing. He couldn't remember anything. At all.

    He couldn't remember how he got to this white room, why he was in a hospital in the first place, or what was going on.

    He grimaced as a headache started to form. He covered his face with his hands, slowly breathing in and out, willing the pure whiteness of the room away. Gratefully, there was color in his inner eyelids- black. He smiled.

    After a moment or two, he opened his eyes again, taking in the luminescent visage of a ethereal room. He pushed himself off the bed, his bare feet touching the cold marble floor. Grabbing the nearby desk, he sluggishly got up, his body still weak from . . . whatever had happened. He quickly glanced backwards, staring at the open window. He could see the outside.

    Strange, he thought to himself. He knew he wasn't in an Insane Asylum, I'm pretty sure they don't allow their patients to have open windows.

    He took a step forward, and another, and another. Soon, he found himself near the open window. A glass of water was on the desk near the window, and suddenly, he was parched. Grabbing it, he began greedily drinking the clear water, momentarily glancing outside.

    He dropped his glass.

    Outside, was the blue sky. Blue. Was all he could think of. No clouds. What was even stranger was that . . . there was no land either. He looked down, no land, no end to the building. He was in a tower. Right? It's long enough to be a tower. Maybe he was too far up to see land? No, I would at least see something. He reasoned that he would be able to at least see clouds or a small speck of dirt this high up.

    He slowly slid down the wall of his room.

    What's going on?

    He got up, carefully avoiding the broken glass over the floor. The left-over water slowly made it's way under his bed, the puddle seemingly never ending. He walked over to the dresser, when he realized something else. There's no mirrors. His hand reach up to his head, his fingers casually entangling itself into his hair.

    His eyes widened.

    What color is my hair? He couldn't remember anything.

    He pulled the drawer out in a flash, putting on the white hospital gown he found in there. Briskly walking towards the door, he grabbed the handle on the way out. As the door shut behind him, he found himself in a white hallway. Every room on the hallway except his, was open, a bright light shining from each. From what he could tell from the opposite and adjacent rooms, each was exactly the same as his. Noticing the plaques on the front of the other room's doors, he turned around. His mind clicked together.

    Alice's Safe Room.

    Is my name Alice?

    A sudden influx of images barraged his mind. A train wreck, a car accident, a high school, crying parents, a empty chalkboard, a ruined locker, a group of students without faces . . . and a girl.

    He fell onto his knees, the headache that formed earlier grew into a large migraine. He couldn't think straight. His mind was pounding unforgivably. It was never going to stop, the constant hammering of pain. Though the mental torture was slowly killing him, he managed to briefly open his eyes. It was still the same white, the same hallway, the same beds- he was still glancing at the room opposite his. The pain was growing even stronger. On the verge of breaking down, he was about to close his eyes again when a fleeting change of light grazed his side view. Looking down the hallway to a pair of white doors, a shadow flew by the first door. The second. The Third. The Fourth. The shadow was speeding through the lighted rooms, almost as if-

    His eyes widened. He glanced outside the window, when the shadow reached the door diagonal to his- Alice's room.

    Staring straight forward, he looked at the window. Everything around him suddenly stopped. The sharp knife in his head stopped. The sudden influx of memories stopped. Everything stood still.

    And then, a wing flew past the window, a large eye taking it's place.

    He gasped. The eye was crimson, slitted, vibrant, and glowing. An aura moved around the pupil, a whites of the eye was almost clear- yet still had that water-like quality.

    The eye focused on him, his horrid stare matching its.

    Suddenly, a roar shook the house, and he had no doubt in his mind, that it was from the beast outside the window.

    He bolted down to the doors. The shadow from in front of his room disappeared; he presumed that it was aerially turning around.

    The shadow came back, this time, flying towards the opposite direction- towards him. He ran faster, his weakened body took the abuse as he forced it to run.

    3 doors. The beast was coming closer.

    2 doors. It wouldn't be hurt him anyway right? It was outside.

    1 door. He chose not to take any chances, and jumped to the exit . . .

    Right as a violent wind razed the hallway. All the rooms were torn to pieces.

    He glanced back, and saw the blue sky, the remaining pieces of wood and debris slowly fell down . . . to whatever was down there.

    That was when he saw it. It's wings were easily 5 times the width of the tower, they had a metallic sheen, almost fiery. There was no sun, but plenty of light . . . from who knows where, so the wings were clearly seen. It's body was golden. Of that he was sure. The gold mixed with silvery metal, his thoughts churning at the fact that maybe the gold were feathers or fur of some sort, the beast equipped with armor.

    He first thought it was a bird, but on closer look, it was more like . . . a dragon? What he mistook as fur and feathers, could actually be really soft scales, he thought. The dragon flew by the broken hallway, a violent gale followed it. It blew him away, 3 or 4 feet, again he roughly crashed to the ground, his body rolling to a stop.

    Looking up, he was in another hallway, this time . . . with only one door.

    He looked back at the monstrous dragon beast thing outside, and chose the other way.

    I'm not going back to that thing. He resolved that whatever was this way, was probably much safer than what was that way.

    Walking down the hallway and through the set of doors, he reach another large circular room. On the other side, was another door, this time, a large neon orange exit sign looming above it.

    Weird. Why wouldn't they just . . . I don't know, connect the two hallways together?

    He took a step forward. And had to take three steps backwards, as the floor began to fall. The sound of crumbling and broken debris soon filled his ears again.

    Don't tell me that thing is back?! He yelled in his head. He was a few feet from the fall off point, and cautiously, he crouched down, slowly edging himself forward.

    Glancing down, he was relieved to see no dragon thing, unfortunately, he had to deal with a bottomless pit of blackness.

    Contrary to the color scheme of the room- white, the pit under him was black. The floor conveniently fell away, leaving a block in front of the door he came from, and a block in front of the exit door.

    He sweat dropped.

    It feels as if my life is now a game. Not even thinking of the consequences, he was about to jump into the gorge when a sudden klink of sound erupted from the center of the room. He glanced up to see small platforms rising from the emptiness. Several of them. They moved to and fro, slowly hovering over the blackness.

    He cursed.

    Slowly stepping onto one of the moving platforms, he let his transport lead him over to another one, and another one. He carefully stepped from each platform to the other, careful to not lose his balance. It was then he noticed that the platforms moved in some manner, but he digressed it and focused more onto the fact that he could almost lose balance anytime.

    Finally making his way to the other side, he opened the door and walked through. The door closed and he grimaced. This room was exactly the same.

    Wha- He couldn't even finish as the floor again, shattered away, the platforms again moving up and around.

    A soft voice shot out of the ceiling, giggling and chuckling could be heard in the background.

    "Welcome to Insanity, Alice-kun."