Custom Map :: Mind and Soul

The White Queen

Waking up in a bed you don't remember laying down on, in a place you've never seen before, not even knowing how you got there. Just another Saturday, I guess for some, but not me.

The room was very dark and dusty, so assumable old.

"What..?" I mumbled, rubbing the back of my head. "Wait..."

I'm not the type to party and I'm telling you, this isn't normal, but that room felt strangely familiar.

I stood and slowly shifted to the table across the room.

An old piece of parchment lay on the table, almost mocking me with it's alluringly elegant writing. I gently picked it up and brushing the dust off, read it.

I'm sure you're wondering what you are doing in an old, empty room, again. Why you don't remember even laying down in that bed, again.

What?

Well, if you still don't get it, let me spell it out for you. I thought you staying in that hell-hole to help your friends escape was very valiant. Foolhardy, but valiant. So I brought you back here to rescue one last person. One last person you left behind. Good luck.

-M

"Hell-hole?" I had no idea what they mea-

Then it hit me.

M.

Meta.

I was back in Amnesia. I swore and sat on the end of the filthy bed, holding my head in my hands.

This wasn't happening. Not-

"Not again..."

Wait, I didn't say that.

A growl ripped through the air. I tiptoed to the door and opened it only a sliver.

A man peered over a box, watching a naked monster with a wheel of spikes around it's neck in front of him. It stopped for a moment, then slinked into a another room. The man stood up from his hiding spot and quietly walked towards the other door.

His gold hair shone in the little light that lit the room, but not by much. The air was dusty.

He nudged a box with his foot and it made a scraping sound. The monster hissed, straggling back into the room. The man dove behind a dresser.

The room looked like a former hallway, now bookshelves tipped and tapestries ripped to shreds. Blood streaked across the floor, the room reeked with the smell of rotting flesh.

The monster limped closer and closer to the dresser. He was going to be seen! I had to distract it.

I could throw something, but what if I missed. I could run out and draw it away, but I can see that ending very badly.

Read Blue to throw something and read Red to distract the beast.