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The strange humming and ticking sound seemed to get louder as he walked, almost becoming unbearable as he got to the door frame, except for one minor thing. The ticking had begun to slow down, each beat lasting longer, as if time itself was being extended as he walked towards the door. If he tried, he would discover that he could no longer escape and turn around. He was now forced to keep going towards the door, maintaining his pace no matter what. Slowly, the door began to open, revealing a blinding blue light, and then, silence. The world went black around Aden, as he collapsed on the wooden floor of the house, and the door slammed shut behind him.
A few hours later, or was it minutes, time it seemed was not relative in this state of unconsciousness, Aden would find himself laying in a strange room. He was laying in a perfectly soft queen size bed, with only the most comfortable of pillows, and the warmest of sheets. His clothes and belongings had disappeared, leaving him bare under the blanket. The room was painted lime green, and was mostly bare except for a dresser, a bedside table, a door leading outside, and another door leading to a small bathroom. On the walls rested strange paintings of what at first glance seemed to be humans, but at second glance revealed that some of the humans in them possessed cat-like ears, and tails, and others possessed black horns.
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