He opened his eyes, blinking a few times until everything around him came into focus, his head turning to the side. What was going on? He bent his arms, palms pressing against the ground to push himself into a sitting position, and his gaze shifted over the surrounding environment. There wasn’t much to look at, the ground was steel-gray and had the visual texture of coarse cement, but his hands were met with a smooth texture, much like that of a newly sanded wooden table. He looked to his left, eyes following the lilac lines between dust-red colored bricks, pausing when he found a pair of shoes, his focus soon falling onto a figure sitting on the short brick wall.

“So you’re finally awake.” The figure slipped off the wall, white shoes contrasting against the pavement whereas the rest of his outfit seemed to match the gloomy surroundings: A simple black shirt and matching jeans, along with a dark gray cardigan that came down past his knees. The figure took a step closer, causing him to scoot back a little, eyeing the figure suspiciously.

A/N: Cross posted on AO3