"Hey!"

Neal heard his voice echo back into his ears that he needed to cover his ears with his hands as he groaned.

Standing in the middle of an unknown dark room where he could hardly see himself, Neal turned around, brows furrowed.

"Where am I?" He muttered to himself and halted as his eyes fell on a mirror that seemed to stand in the air since Neal could see the mirror in the darkness; it was hard to tell if it was attached to anything.

Warily, with curiosity urging him forward, Neal approached the mirror. He stood before it, squinting as he wondered and feared what the mirror was all about. His curiosity tugging at his sleeves, Neal cautiously raised one of his hands, stretching it to touch the mirror. As the tip of his fingers touched the face of the mirror, like a magnetic force, the mirror pulled him in, and no traces of Neal left.

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"Hey!!"

Neal shouted, finding himself in a vast empty land, white loamy ground with fir trees sprinkled here and there. And there seemed to be no sigh of being as the land looked barren and abandoned.

Turning around, Neal searched his surroundings in confusion. Once, he was in a dark room, and now, he was standing in the middle of an empty, vast, barren land with dark clouds sailing across the sky.

"Hey!" He screamed, desperation in his voice, and his heart began to drum in his ears when he got no reply.

"Is somebody here?!" Cupping his hands at both sides of his mouth, he shouted. "Anyone!"

Suddenly, a painful groan traveled into his ears; it was from behind. Startled, Neal turned around immediately.