Who: Zagreus and Mary Shelley When: Now What: A bout of confusion Where: A hallway Rating: TBD
He'd been out walking. He needed exercise. He spent so much time in the Zero Room. And most of that sleeping. He was already quite out of shape, comparatively. And he'd been feeling much better.
He'd walked quite a ways, disgusted at how weak he was. He needed to get out more often. But he was terrified of what might happen...
And as if that thought had triggered it, he could feel the fog starting to slip around his mind. No. Oh, no. He'd weakened himself, and so far away from his safe haven...
The fog deepened, and he suddenly changed his gait, striding purposefully down the hall. A strange grin stretched across his features. He'd been imprisoned for too long...