arc-rose

When Alan came to his senses, he found himself in a room, an old one at that. The walls and ceilings were falling apart. He still felt his head needed to fully awake, unconsciously outting his arm on the… It felt heavier… as he looked at his arm, he saw a contraptions of some sort that resembled a shackle. On it, a small clock counted down. 2 days, 23 hours and 58 minutes. What was this all about? Not only that, but near the timer, there was a row lights, a lot of green small ones, and a bigger red one that Alan couldn’t shake the feeling that it was a bad thing. He slowly set on the edge of the bed. His sword lied on the w