2011... That number span around in his mind over and over. How could he be so far ahead? It was 1866... he was in Saint Petersburgh in Russia and now he was in some place called Red Oaks?! He had never ever heard of it, he was on the verge of losing it! He tugged at his hair and shook, his eyes widening more and more. He looked as if he might collapse at any given moment. He was somewhat prone to fainting when under severe pressure and right now he was under a lot of it.
And that's when his mind registered something else strange. Very strange. The other mans eyes. They glowed... they were the most strange shade and tone he had ever seen. As if a star had been captured from the sky itself and somehow changed over time, polluted by the Earth and the sins of those who dwelt upon its surface.
"You... you must be a demon, this must be your doing" he said, looking at Cloud warily. He stepped back and away from him. "No... the devil takes upon shapes and forms most pleasing. You have chosen to take upon great kindness while your eyes show your true nature..." he said. "I see no other explanation. These torments cannot simply be unexplained... this cell in time has locked me here to drive me mad" he babbled, curling into the wall behind him.