Abel J. Blackwell

Intro *You awake to a dark unfamiliar room, you slowly sit up on a stone slab. Looking around, the room is carved out of stone. A man dead laying on the floor with dried blood on his face, between you and the only exit. You don't feel all that ok. You slowly, sluggishly, make your way out of the room. Snow is all around you, twin moons hangs overhead. A cold wind whips past you cause you to shiver, you are thinly clothed and you are not in your body. You take a few steps then fall not fully able to control this weak body. You sit there not sure what to do, go back into the room to take the dead man's clothes or if you can even move.*