The Rift Records [Introduction]

Click. You hear the sound of a switch being flipped. From above, temporary blindness occurs as a flash of bright light stabs your eyes violently. You're sat in what can only be described as a black chair with a rectangular object set in front of you, under which your knees are hidden, and your arms as well as your hands are placed upon the surface of what looks like the smoothness and flatness of a wooden table. Head spinning, eyes darting, and a feeling of deep fear come upon you as you glance around and mentally note that you're in a room. A spacious room at that. A room that looks to have shiny silver walls and a shiny silver floor, and above you are dozens of circular devices that light up what was once an endlessly dark room.

You do notice what looks like a rectangular shape upon one of the walls with a strange thin device that glows green just above the mysterious thing you're currently looking at that is flat upon the wall. You think and think for a while. Eventually it strikes you that it might be a door, though to where you do not know; however you speculate, it's likely the exit. There is not much else in the room. You try to stand, but your body does not respond. Frankly, you're a little paranoid. While nothing has happened currently, you fear what may happen, and ideas of torture, aliens, and any other horrific thought spiral throughout your mind as sweat starts to emerge around your body and you feel like the room is starting to close in. You cannot help but get more stressed as time passes. Hell. You just realised how much time has actually passed. You could have been here for days. Months. There is no way to tell.

You start screaming with all your might. Scream after scream. Endless screaming followed by panic and exhaustion. You keep up your routine of screaming and exhaustion again and again. You hope something happens. Anything. The silence is getting to you. The silence is whispering. The lights above flicker with threatening intent to leave you in the vast, shadowy world you were in at the start.

Eventually, something new happens. You hear the mechanical opening of the shape upon the wall and steps making their way over. Closer and closer. Slam! A sandwich is placed in front of you, which you devour with animalistic instinct, not caring what the sandwich contained but just understanding that you needed food. You hear screeching as a metallic chair is dragged across the ground and placed on the opposite side of the table, and a man in a black suit with a tie sits down upon the chair and stares silently at you with curiosity in his eyes.

You stare back; however, you cannot stand the silence anymore and so choose to speak after a good while.

 W-who are you? Why am I here? Where are we? L. let me go."

You stutter with fear, yet speak cautiously and ask your questions rapidly, to which the man chuckles, crosses his right leg over his left knee, and begins speaking.

"My name is David Dubare. To answer your question, Mr. Warrington, we've been watching you for a while now. You intrigued us, you could say, so we brought you to a special place where we could talk privately."

"You left me in here for hours! HOURS! What gives you the right to act all smug?"

David chuckles once again.

"I understand why you're so... angry, but unfortunately something came up and so I got here a little later than intended, but if I do come across as smug then I apologise." I do not wish to treat someone such as you in a rude manner. Indeed. That would be wrong."

Warrington would take a deep breath and calm down.

So... why the hell am I here?"

David would reach under his suit and toss some winkly brown documents upon the table.

"As I said previously, you intrigued us. You see, Mr. Warrington. This world is full of unlikely forces. Forces that we can call anomalies that enter our home through tears or rifts as we call them. Me and the people I work with make sure these anomalies do not harm the citizens of this planet and make sure these rifts are either closed or monitored until they can be sealed, but we cannot always sort these situations out fast enough."

"Where do I fit into this?" Warrington asked, interrupting David.

"I was about to get to that, Mr. Warrington. You survived one of these events without injury. In fact, you continued your life as if nothing had ever happened. A most impressive feat So, after a lot of discussion, we've decided to offer you a position."

"A position?...." Warrington asked, not really understanding the situation.

"Yes, Mr. Warrington. A position. You'll be a field agent. Part of a heroic organisation known as the "Rift Rebellion, or RR for short. Now I understand that this is all quite overwhelming, but time is not on our side, so if you want good pay, a heroic reputation, and answers about your family, then you'll join."

Mr. Warrington would be silent as his mind raced with thoughts about this entirely insane conversation he just had and the ridiculous offer he had just been given, but as a thrill Seeker and lover of mysteries, he chose what he thought would be right. Additionally it's likely they'd kill him if he said no, so he had to give the answer they wanted to hear.

".....fine. I'll join."

"Excellent Mr. Warrington. You've made the right choice."

David would stand, pull out some kind of controller, and click a button.

"Follow me, Mr. Warrington. You have a lot to learn."

Slowly and surprisingly, Warrington was able to stand, which he had been unable to do this entire time. He was rushed out of the room and followed David out the door, entering a large facility with glass windows, office-like desks, metallic filing cabinets, holographic screens, and so much more.