The ceiling was covered in melting ice. The floor was hard and rough.

A cold breeze ruffled the man's short, wavy hair, rousing him from his harsh sleep. He stood up, shivering at the chilling gust blowing through his house. However, he then looked around, and noticed this was not at all his house. Everything was bleak and dismal; iron bars allowed the stirring winds to enter, the room, or what he considered a cell, was dark and depressing, and no colors showed themselves.

The man couldn't remember anything. Not his name, not his friends, nothing. However, he saw a small red cube on the end of a cord taped onto one of the steel bars. He rubbed his back from the pain he gathered while sleeping on the rough floor and grasped the red cube. It turned out to be a die. He tore it off the copper cord, which then tore the cord off the bar. He collected the tape, cord, and die. Another current of air passed by, blowing his hair back and sending another quiver through his body. He hugged himself for warmth and decided to see if anyone was nearby.

He cleared his throat. "Is anyone there? Hello?" he called, echoes ricocheting off the walls and coming back to his ears. He hoped the echoes would lead to other ears as well.

No one answered. He assumed no one else was awake, but he had a strong, determined feeling that there was at least one person nearby. For now, though, he had to settle with the fact that no one was awake yet, and so he lay down and fell into another unpleasant sleep.

The ice thawed some, causing some pesky drops to sprinkle on the man while he was sleeping. He woke up when one fell onto his eyelid and crept down his face. He rose, rubbed his eye, then brushed the rocky fragments off his back. Sounds of tapping could be heard reflecting off the walls, and he embraced the idea that it was a person. When he was just about to call again for another human being, he heard a voice. "Aha!" it said. He could tell it was a man.

"Hello?" he asked. He yearned the idea of which he was excited because he discovered a way out.

"Hmm? Is someone out there?" the man said. "Finally, another person shows their existence." He chuckled.

Although he thought he was pretty funny, the first man didn't feel like showing it. He was more concerned about escaping. "Are you going to escape? If you are, could you help me out, too, please?"

"Sure. I'm not going alone, after all." A large clang shook the first man. As he waited, he rolled the dice just to wither his boredom a little.

After waiting a minute or two, his bar also came down with a clash. He gladly walked out and shook the lockpicker's hand. The lockpicker had a full, generous grin on his face, and his hair was long and loose. "What do you say we just walk out and explore?"

"Sure," the first man said.

"We should give ourselves names, first," the lockpicker suggested. "I'll let you decide on yours first. I'm a patient man."

The first man rubbed his chin, then sat down. A lot of ideas and thoughts came to his head, but he needed something that fit. He needed a name that would be loyal to its person. He needed a name that would be glad to follow him, and that he would be glad to follow. Finally, he came with a perfect name.

"You can call me Isaac."

This first chapter is pretty short, and probably a bit boring, I know. But don't worry, they're going to get longer and gradually better.

Any comments, complaints, concerns you have I would like to see in the form of a review and/or a PM. Thanks for reading and I'll see you in my next chapter (I'll upload around every 3 days).

Also, if someone would be kind enough to make me a half-decent cover image, I would love that. This one right now won't do. :/

- SF