The world I woke up in was strange. Dark and suffocating, like breathing in someone's breath. Scratching noises echoed all around me, but they were almost unhearable.
'Do you want to live?' The voice came from all around me and from within me at the same time. It sounded like the crunch of Autumn leaves as you step on them. What sort of question was that? Of course I wanted to live. A glowing, but old looking scroll unfurled in front of me, and I felt a sharp sting on the tip of my right index finger. 'Press that finger against here, and not only will you live, but you'll have untold power. Imagine, Zachary, having the power to erase anyone you wanted with no more effort than killing an ant. That power will be yours.' Ralph... Without hesitation, I pressed my finger against the parchment, leaving a red stain on the yellowed surface. The blood shot out from the red spot I left, creating swirling intricate patterns.
'What is that?' I asked, eyes locked on the display.
'A parlour trick compared to what you'll be able to do, friend. Now go, Zachary. The world awaits.'
Never trust a disembodied voice that sounds like dead leaves.