All of a sudden, Ralyks felt an icy chill followed by an explosion of bright lights. He groaned in anger, eyes nearly blinded. What the hell was that?
Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the light and he sat up, carefully looking around the warehouse, it was no longer empty. 11 people were sitting nervously at their tables, all of them looking puzzled and shocked.

He drew a hand to his head and made a sharp cry of pain.

"RALYKS!!!" he heard a desperate scream followed by the sound of gunshots and explosions. He was standing in the middle of a battlefield, he was breathing hard through gritted teeth, his eyes were shining in the dim moonlight and he was shakily holding on to a black revolver. Once he lifted his eyes from the ground, he realized, to his horror, that he was pointing his gun at a kneeling person. He fell back in shock, before hurriedly getting up and running as fast as he could. What am I doing? He had dropped his revolver and was now defenseless.

He closed his eyes. I must be hallucinating from lack of sleep... he felt someone poking him and got off the table unwillingly, sitting down on the chair, his face in his hands. He had a throbbing headache and he wished, more than anything to be back at his flat, sleeping for a few hours before he had to go to the studio in the afternoon.

He looked back at the young woman who had prodded him. Long pink hair and dull blue eyes, staring at him, annoyed. He smirked, gazing at her for a few seconds through the corner of his eyes before lifting his gaze and settling it on the other 10 people in the room. Who are they?