Adrian collapsed in front of me.
One moment he was sitting in his apartment, his eyes wide with fear, his voice trembling as he described the darkness spreading across the void. The next moment, he was on the floor, his body convulsing, his consciousness screaming.
"Adrian!" I knelt beside him, my hands on his shoulders. "Adrian, what's happening?"
His eyes were open, but they weren't seeing me. They were seeing something else. Something in the void.
"They're calling," he whispered. "They're calling me. I can hear them. They want me to come."
"Who's calling you?"
Adrian's body went still. His eyes focused on me. "The darkness. The thing I saw. It's not a threat, James. It's a cry for help."
"A cry for help?"
Adrian nodded weakly. "I misinterpreted the vision. The darkness isn't com
