The alarm sounded. 'Tick tock, tick tock,' it went. Suddenly, something emerged from the wrinkled blanket. Somebody woke up, his eyes exhausted. But something felt wrong. He stretched his arms and arose from the bed. That was when he slowly lifted from the bamboo planks. The unidentified person's skin was an azure blue, and his legs were missing. He looked at his arms but there were no arms to begin with.
He looked at the bed. His body was there, but he wasn't able to interact with himself. It was as if he was a ghost. Even so, his memory was fazed. The person didn't know who he was. He didn't have anything to refer to him. The only thing he knew was that he was the soul of the male human. Perhaps it was amnesia? Or maybe there was another method of his empty memory.
"...W-w-where am I?" the blue ghost asked himself. "Am I... dead?" The pale spirit looked at the supposedly corpse of himself. The crippled doors were locked, and there were no windows. Crimson red liquid trickled down the severely destroyed bed. The ghost didn't know what to do. He
cautiously approached the door when... he went right through it.
It was unmistakable. He was a ghost of the dead human body. The ghost looked back at the door. A word was on the door; blue coloured letters that were scraped printed the word 'Sillel'. Maybe that was his name, he thought. It was the only thing he could refer to after all...
