Nothing was clear.
The street disappeared from underneath him as he walked out of the apartment, his entire body enshrouded.
Nothing was there.
Even the moon, just a few minutes before radiant and full, her light now engulfed by the fog.
Nothing could be seen.
Tahno stumbled, trying to find where street met sidewalk, steadied himself and walked on.
All that guided him was the shouts of one other on the sidewalk, trying to find their way just as he was.
He wondered why they even bothered.
Passed down through whispers and cautionary tales were stories of those children who had gone into the fog and never came back.
Never seen again.
If there was something that everyone in Republic City knew, it was that the fog was dangerous.
Don't breathe it in.
Don't let it pull you into strange places.
Don't let it take you away.
Stay. Please stay.
He stopped.
He couldn't move.
Every muscle; still.
He was pulled.
Sideways.
Forwards.
Backwards.
Darkness.