The Room

The room was dark, window curtains shielded it from the outside world and the 4 doors of the room were locked from the insides.

The 2 balcony doors of glass kept shudder shut, and the door out to the hallway had a lock.

The room held no personal items inside, except for the shelves of alcohol and in a box hidden in the top left corner where the roof wedged out. 

However one of them, an iron door that led to a side room was locked with a long, thick iron chain and several locks; as if something from the inside would attempt to get out. It was where most of the personal stuff was shoved into, kept free from prying eyes.

This non-personalised room was the room that Eres, now Esten woke up in, a tornado of pain bursting in his head as they two seperate lives and a fragment of another fused.

Eres the Author.

Esten the Drunk Trashy Outcast 

and a fragment of a [Unique Past].

Ere- No Esten groaned, hand holding head as memories burst into focus, the confusion washed away to calmness. The calmness of someone who had seen and experienced something no living being should be capable of remembering; Death.

His grip on the bedding loosened, as he peeked upon his eyes to the darkness of his room. It was still midnight his inner clock told him. Not that it really mattered as no one would have entered his room. Not after his orders of staying out and violent rants. No one wanted to enter, any way.

He could die here and it would take months for anyone to notice, as he wanted, after all it meant he didnt have the same restriction the rest of his family had.

Shaking his head, Esten pushed himself out of his bed, sweat glistening down his body and wetting his nightwear. 

His hand reached out to where a red bottle stood on the nightstand, popping the lid off and tipping the bottle back, allowing the burning liquid into his mouth and down his throat.

It burnt as it went down, fire rolling in his guts before quilling down, a loving poison.

'Alcohol was bad' Esten thought dazed as he put it back down. The glass clinking with the 2 bottles of water kept cold by enchantments.

Esten stared at them before reaching out to feel their chilling surface. His finger phased over the side of the bottle where a magic formula laid itself out.

The unsettling calmness slid the world gray before disappearing, Esten stared his brain catching on. He Eres, now Esten was in a world that he made [The Hero In Ruins], as a minor antagonist in a place where anyone can disappear without a trace.

With that knowledge Esten had 4 thoughts;

'Shit'

'I could die'

'AYYYYY, at least im not the hero?'

'Forget about disappearing half way through, lets disappear now'