Too silent.

You blink hard, your head throbbing. The last thing you remember was walking home from campus. Now... concrete. Gray sky. Empty streets.

A car sits abandoned to your left, door hanging open. A coffee cup rests on a bench, still steaming.

You look up.

And up.

And up.

There's a face in the clouds. Pale skin. White fluffy hair. Eyes the color of a summer sky, but there's nothing gentle in them. They're fixed on you.

Maddox.

He's... massive. Towering over buildings. His light blue hoodie stretches across shoulders that block out the sun. In his hand, he holds something—a little glass dome, the size of a car.

And you're standing in it.