Hello and welcome to Immortalis, my first ever fanfic/literature series!

I wanted to announce that I just started writing and basically have no clue of what I'm doing, so please take it easy on me!

I've been imagining loose concepts of Immortalis for five months and this is what I got for now.

Also, English isn't my first language so I apologize for any grammatical/spelling-errors.

Anyways, enjoy this little snippet of what will come next!

Bye!

4.00 in the morning.

Robert Langdon was laying in his bed and staring at his alarm clock.

For some reason he couldn't fall asleep.

Robert didn't feel like taking sleeping pills or using other methods.

His sleeping pattern was in a normal rhythm; going to bed at 9.00 P.M. and getting up at 6.00 A.M.

Out of the blue, he got an idea.

He got up, dressed himself, and went outside. The air was cold and uncomfortable. Despite everything, he went to take a walk so he could finally get tired.

He walked a few paths until he noticed something.

The light of the street lanterns wasn't the best, yet the figure was recognizable.

A woman was laying unconscious on the street, her long, brown hair waving in the wind.

It was like out of a nightmare.