The air smelt of something metallic, screams were coming in from all directions. he could hear weeping from behind him and some curses to his direct right side. It's always something like "Fuck you" and "Hope you die", though often it's "I hope you never succeed and live on the street you fuck".

Wulfrik tries to keep his eyelids shut like always, trying to ignore the cries of the people yelling at him, as well as the horror of the scene which it always has been. A hand reaches out to shake him, it feels cold, detached, bony.

"It's time", it says. It's came from behind him, it sounded like grinding metal cogs, like engines of old roaring again from ages of slumber.

Wulfrik tries to shake the hand off, but it's still there, attached like duct tape or welded iron.

"Come, it is time. Don't be afraid, we need you." Again, it's the grinding of metal, but not loud. The hand digs it's nails further into the flesh of Wulfrik's left shoulder, he feels something hot tricking down but no pain.

He hears some rustling from behind, like a cloak shifting and turning, as well some mumbling of an ancient language, one of which he never have heard of or know. Wulfrik feels light weighted, and the feeling of being on his knees is gone.

He feels like he's floating, drifting upwards to the unknown, faster and faster. The hand of the being behind him is still there, clutched like a hawk, with it's pray in its talons.

"Wulfrik!" A cry comes from behind him, it's not the metallic grinding of gears, but a female voice. It sounds familiar, very familiar, like someone he knows very well. "Wake up you damn fool!", he feels some sort of electric current go through him, it felt like it came from whoever screamed at him from behind moments ago.

Everything fades away, like the summer breeze, sweeping the lands of the cold.

Wulfrik wakes up like every morning, to the yelling of his mother whose trying to wake him up.

He understands its for his well being and help, but by god its annoying and loud. "I'm awake! I'm awake." Wulfrik yells back, trying to quell the mad god from slaughtering the world of the living. "Good, now hurry up and put some clothes on, its 0708 and you need to get to work" she says.

Like every morning it's a struggle to wake up, like the fight between the MC and a deity in one of the web novels, which he reads a lot of lately.

"I'm going, let me just get everything." Wulfrik says, while struggling to leave the comfortable bed. He picks up his jeans, shirt, socks and hoodie from the ground and puts them on. The hoodie is black with a logo from one of the festivals, from which he was apart of helping out. The jeans is blue with a small streak of black smudge, from carrying a old fireplace, and a normal blue shirt.

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Wulfrik grabs the wallet, phone, keys and heads to the bathroom quickly set up his hair. In the bathroom he can see himself the mirror, early 20 years old, long dark blonde hair, blue/green tired and haunted eyes, goatee with facial hair developing in the sides and average nose & mouth.

Nothing peculiar stands out, neither handsome nor ugly. He takes a handful of cold water and splashes it against his face to chase away the drowsiness. He takes a hair band and pulls his hair back to setup a very basic man bun to keep it all away from his eyes.

A slight flicker of dark shadow at the right corner of his eyes, barely noticable. Wulfrik pulls a fast 90 degree turn to face the sudden shadowy movement, and nothing. He scans the area with his eyes to try and locate the thing that made the movement, only to find nothing.

He only sees a bathtub along the teal coloured wall with a window right below the rooftop, the bathtub empty and sun shining through the roof top.

*I must be going insane or something, I swear i saw some kind of movement.* He think to himself, he turns away from looking at the bathtub and leaves the bathroom, heading towards the stairs.

On his way through the living room with the kitchen there as well, he spots his mother behind the kitchen bar looking on her phone. She just has a large t-shirt on her with frazzled hair, she's chubby but not fat and shorter than Wulfrik , who is 1.81.

On the counter he finds a plastic see-through bag with 3 breads with butter and cheese inside, Wulfrik picks them up on his way to the stairs.

"Be careful while driving, and don't forget to get your sister from school today" she says after she pulls her sight from the phone, giving him a small smile.

"Sure thing", he respond back while still going towards the stairs and into the hallway, he grabs his old shoes which is now 2-3 years old and still comfy, and heads out the door. "Have a good day at work!" you can hear his mother yell at him from the 2nd floor, coming thru the stairs. "I'll try! See you later" he says back, closes the door and heads towards his car. It's an old car for which they got super cheap, and with the help of his father they managed to fix the small issues as well.

He gets in the car, puts his playlist on and drives to work.

While driving towards work, memories of years past flood his mind, memories of old. The memory fragment contained times when he was bullied & harassed, memories he though he had locked away.

His mind wanders to the darker corner of his mind, though again on the right side of his vision, he sees movement. A flicker of dark.. something, Wulfrik does a sharp turn to face it, but nothing, he sees nothing. He look around inside the car while the stereos are blasting out some hard rock music, but no results. There's nothing to indicate that something could be moving or anyone there, *The hell is going on? I must still be sleepy..*

*Ring Ring* Cellphone starts ringing, Wulfrik takes a look at the phone to find out that it's an old classmate calling him. *Odd, he never called me before. What could be the issue?* Wulfrik taps the 'Answer'.

Wulfrik said, "Hello?". After a while came the response, "Oh hello Wulfrik , long time no see. How are you?". "I am doing fine Peter, and how are you?". "I'm doing very good Wulfrik . Hey, could you meet me now? I really need your help". "Oh? But it's..." Wulfrik looks at the clock. "It's 0718, I need to get to work. What could be important?", *What could be so important that I need to come late to work?* Wulfrik thought.