Sunlight filtered in through the slightly open windows, bathing the cream walls and the hardwood floors in a soft yellow light, illuminating the bed. Under the covers, one lone figure stirred, dark hair fanned across the pillows as he stretched his hand above his head. Brown eyes slowly revealed itself to the world, squinting slightly when the light intruded his vision, which had not yet adjusted to such level of brightness. He breathed in deeply, hand still stretched and smiled, exhaling joyously.

A fresh start for a brand new day.

The figure moaned when he sat up, his back stretching after long hours of rest on the king-sized bed. It was a little big for someone as small as him, but he liked the space and comfort it provided, so he had been more than willing to spend for it.

Taking in the sight of the room around him, he smiled inwardly to himself. Finally, he thought. After years of saving up, he was finally able to buy his own apartment, and it was a plus for decorating it to his liking. Pushing the covers off his legs, he swung them over the side of the bed with a hum, content filling him when he thought of the comfortable days lying ahead of him. The floor was cold against his feet, making him shiver slightly. Taking the first step towards the open-aired balcony, his favourite part of the apartment, he could already see the sea view that the apartment provided.

Only to fall onto the floor, ­face-first though the impact was lessened when he held his hand out to brace himself.

He froze. The object he had tripped on had been soft against the bare skin of his leg, and he vaguely remembered that he had gone straight to bed the night before. Then he caught sight of his hands, making his eyes widen in horror. In stark contrast with his fair skin, the deep crimson of dried blood stick like little grains on his hands and he screamed.

His voice was shrill, even to his own hears. In his panic, he scrambled towards the balcony glass doors, leaning heavily against it as he took in the sight before him. In a pool of dried blood, the still body of a man lay in a , disfigured heap. Slashes and gashes ran in deep lines in his flesh, staining the slightly tanned skin red. What horrified him the most were the eyes; they were open, almost bulging out of their sockets, a reminder of what he had evidently felt before his death.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he screamed again, panic and anxiety setting in when he realized that he had no recollections at all of the dead man before him. Such green eyes would have made him remember from somewhere, but no, he couldn’t remember anything at all.

Trembles started wracking his body as his body temperature turned down, blood draining from his face making him look as pale as the man before him. A merciless headache set in when he clawed his bloodied hands against his scalp, pulling off little strands of hair as he did so.

Before he knew it, everything went black.

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