[i]"Take this and roll it."[/i]

The man just walked off, looking at no one, almost as if nothing even happened. James stood there with the dice in his hand, dumbfounded as he stared off in the directions of the man, contemplating chasing him. He thumbed the dice through his fingers, before pocketing it without another thought. Then he approached the cashier, paid for the drink he was holding, and left.

[i]What the hell was that about...[/i]

He kept walked, following his exact route home as he did every day, passing the same houses, same structures, same everything. It got boring sometimes, yes, but it was more or less just a distraction to keep his mind off the walk. He pulled out his phone and plugged his earbuds in, setting the music on shuffle and listening to whatever came on. Just some nondescript EDM, like always, but it was another welcome distraction for the walk ahead. People walked about on ten street as they usually did, and cars drove about heading to different destinations. Upon distant inspection, everything seemed so simple, easy to understand. That is until you looked closer, and saw everything for what it truly is. Why did James always think about things like that in times of boredom or menial tasks? He never put that much thought into other things, so why now.

[i]What the hell is so special with the dice then, anyway...[/i]

That was right, the dice. He may have had a pretty shoddy memory for someone as average as he, but how could he forget about the creepy guy giving him a die. It wasn't as if it was anything special, just a blue translucent d6. Nothing odd, nothing peculiar. James unlocked the door to his house and stepped in, one of the cats running to him with a toy mice securely in its mouth. Dropping his bag on a nearby chair, he cracked the can from his pocket and took a swig from it, the beverage instantly refreshing him. Endurance wasn't exactly his strong suit, so he got pretty tired kinda easily.

Pulling out his earphones and dropping his phone onto the desk in the corner, he pulled the dice from his pocket. More of the same nondescript EDM was playing, and it was actually starting to get on his nerves. It didn't normally, and he even considered going over to switch it off. But, as he walked to it a stretched out his hand to turn it off, the dice rolled out of his fist and onto the table, bouncing a couple of times before rolling some more and coming to a stop. It wasn't normal though, because for some reason he became fixated on the number the dice landed on, as well as the sudden change it had had from blue to red...