[b][color=bc8dbf]EVERETT PRACHTER[/color][/b]

Everett's dark eyes strained as they surveyed the damages and took a headcount. Roughly every cradle in the room was now vacant at this point, and in a daze, the former occupants were now scattered about the room. They were there, nonetheless. Six people total, all in their youth. He counted them in the order which they had awoken: the fearful boy, the curious girl, the struggling girl, then Everett himself, the tall boy, and the timid girl. Another chill went up Everett's spine. He swore something wrong to this moment; this did not sit quite right with him. Why did they all have some sort of amnesia? The 18-year-old's boots made very solid steps against the floor while he took measured paces around the room.

Everett nodded his head thoughtfully to what the youngest boy had said. [color=bc8dbf]"Yes, it seems that something went wrong, but I've got no clue what."[/color] Everett confirmed what was likely on everyone's mind — or what should have been, if they were all in the right state. He paced some more, and he pondered the situation. There was a small gap of silence before Everett said anything else.

[color=bc8dbf]"Daresso, right?"[/color] He reached for the former's hand and gave a firm, warm handshake. [color=bc8dbf]"You can call me Everett."[/color] He brought himself to face the rest of the group and brought it upon himself to get acquainted with everyone. [color=bc8dbf]"Well, an introduction is in order. Hello, everyone. I'm Everett."[/color] He gave a curt bow. [color=bc8dbf]"And you all are?"[/color]