The clock was ticking.
Marcus was twisting in worn sheets he bought from the thrift store two months ago. He breathes steadily and his sweat glistening along his brow even in his sleep. His chest rose and fell. He was so fragile and naive.
The room was cheap. After spending his grandpa's graduate money for his survival in a completely foreign country, he finally reached his breaking point. The weight of his discovery upon the impending doom of humanity added to his depression. He was just supposed to be an ordinary human, no magic and skill at all. He should only think about his own needs when strangers barged in his life and suddenly he had a world to save.
Everything was so quiet until the same static sound and disoriented air appeared. The corner of the room glitched like a broken
