My vision unblurred slowly, as I saw the tunnel around me, with no way out. But it wasn’t my first time here.

 A blinding light was shining from an end that seemed impossible to reach. Meters, no, miles away from where I was. It was like a black hole, chipping away from you the longer you stayed, with a white end far, far away…

The pile of dark hair on my head was wet and I seemed drunk. The only thing to do was to walk towards the end, after all, the exit of the tunnel was my only way out, like always. I got up from my knees and started walking towards the end. It was like the more I walked towards the white, shiny door, the more it consumed me and it made me addicted to it. I couldn’t stop looking at the light. The more I headed to it, the further it seemed.

I walked and walked for what felt like an eternity. The black marble walls were wet with water that didn’t dry out. I moved my legs in front of one another on the floor made out of the same black marble as the walls.

As I continued walking, the darkness that was covering my body faded and turned into medieval knight armor. The shining light grew stronger, almost blinding me.

For the first time that I had been in that hell hole, I felt like I could reach the end. The white rectangle kept getting bigger and brighter, until you couldn't even look at it anymore. 

By now, my hair was already longer, reaching towards my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the water dripping down my cheek anymore. But this got me wondering, for how long was I trapped in there? 

The roof of the room was closer to my head than ever. It went from a high ceiling, to my head almost hitting it. Finally, I had reached the end. My eyes startled in front of the shining box in front of me. I touched the white door that kept me locked in this room for what seemed like years, and I felt relieved. All I could see now was white shining into my eyes, until it eventually turned into a cloud and formed a blue sky in the background. I moved my eyes around, and I saw that I woke up in a hilly area. There was a medieval village nearby, with a flowing river next to me.

A black woosh sprinted before my eyes and I got up, and I felt as if this wasn’t surreal anymore. This felt like home for some reason. The sun was warming me down from the cold gaze that I felt inside of that tunnel. This was weird. Laying on the green ground full of grass were two daggers. The grass around it was dry and darkness was spread out of it instead. A dark magic ball was formed by the life drained from the grass by the daggers. It stood still for a few seconds, and then it sped through my sight, being consumed by the daggers.

The daggers glowed and excerpted a dark aura before stopping and laying on the dead ground. 

I picked them up and I felt a slight nudge in my arms. It was like the blood in my veins was fusing with the darkness.

“With the limited information that I have about this… world, I’ll never get out of here.”

The leather pants that I had on me also had two “sheaths” for the daggers. They were essentially little pockets that I had on each side of my leggings in which I could keep my weapon.

I started walking, then realized that I didn’t have a shirt on, but there wasn’t anything to do except buy one from one of the shops in town. 

To my right, there was a path that headed to the village nearby. While I was walking on the dirt alley, I noticed that when I stepped foot on something it would lose its color and the little green particles turned into dark particles that drained everything.

I got closer to the center of the village and people started looking at me in a subtle way. Some people even started staring and walked around me. After I saw this I started wondering if this was because I was shirtless or because of my… powers? At that time, I didn’t know what was up with this world.

The closer I got, the busier the streets were and the more shops there were. I entered an old wooden building in which there were shirts and armor. There was an elderly man sitting on a chair and desk near the entrance. He got up from his seat and tried to recommend me some of his work:

“Welcome, sir! How can I help you today?” asked the old man awkwardly, almost seeming grieved.

“Hmm, I would like a shirt and some armor.”

“Chainmail, right?”

“Uhm, yes,” I replied.

It smelled like old, rotten wood inside the shop. The floor squeaked and screeched. I turned around to the two big windows on each side of the entrance door. On the left there was a desk, which I supposed was a counter and on the right corner was a door to what I thought was a stock room or something like that.

The elderly man went through the door at the back of the building and got some chainmail armor. It covered the whole chest and back but it wasn’t too big or too small. It was the perfect size.

“And a shirt, sir?” I said while awkwardly undressing the armor.

“You can choose one from right over there,” he replied.

After the counter, on the left, there were racks and stands for clothing. I walked to the other side of the place and I picked a black shirt from what he had arranged. The old man took the things I was about to buy from my hands. He looked at the listing glued to each and calculated something on a yellowed piece of paper, before saying:

“It will cost you 75 C”

I was nervous. I didn’t know how to tell the man that I didn't have the money to pay for what I wanted to buy. I looked around, left and right, thinking of a solution. I checked my pockets desperately, then I found it. I looked at the coins that were now in my sweaty palms. There were 7 coins worth 10 C and one coin worth 5 C.

I gave them to the man and he gave me the armor.

The wooden door squeaked and I closed it afterwards. The mysterious elder was standing in front of his desk again.

“Goodbye, thank you very much!” I thanked him before leaving the store.

His face was serious, and before I could leave the store, he grunted and murmured something, but I couldn’t understand what he said. All of a sudden, right after I exited the shop and turned right, a muscular guy with a small beard and very short hair approached me. He looked bothered, exactly like the man at the store.

He raised his hand and punched me in the face. I spit blood over his hand and armor. My vision was tripled, but I could see that he looked at the blood on his hand and nodded his head. The blood I spat on his hand turned into a dark purple, then complete black. That was the last thing I saw before passing out…