[h2]Izayoi City Center - [color=crimson]Xander Johannes[/color][/h2]
TIME: 11:59:59 AM - TIME
DATE: August 18th
SEASON: Summer - Holidays in effect

[color=f49ac2]"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH EAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA KEEKEKEKEKKAAAKAAHAHAHAHAHA!"[/color]

[color=crimson][b]"What-?!"[/b][/color]

And then everything creaked to a stop. His words, his break, his surprised movements. But he could still see, still precept the frozen world around him, with his head pointed to the top of Chromatus tower. There was someone there. 

The figure dropped something. In the unmoving light, it briefly shined with golden reflection. As it fell, it adjusted itself, guided by some unknown power. It plowed right through a child's face. He couldn't react. Alongside his own pain of being stabbed through the heart, came something else. A feeling in his soul, of incredible power within. 

Then, darkness.

[h2]Izayoi Grand Hospital - [color=crimson]Xander Johannes[/color][/h2]
TIME: Unknown
DATE: Unknown

Xander gasped out, and immediately regret it. The great pain searing through his heart throbbed with every beat, only worsening as he tried to reclaim breath. Where was he? What was going on? Who - or what - was that figure?

The muscled man was rather surprised to realize he was still alive, given what had happened- that poor child didn't stand a chance. A heavy hand flung to his chest, further astounded to barely feel any sort of wound (and the fact that he was still wearing his clothes from that fateful moment). With bated breath, and still wearing a far more shocked expression, Xander struggled to pull himself up to a leaning position, with his back on the pillow. The pain was only barely starting to subside, still tearing up his chest but at least giving him a bit more leeway to breathe properly. Still grunting and heaving from the pain, Xander tried to look around the room he was currently in.

He was in a typical hospital, it seemed, with the bright lights, linoleum tiling and the pristine beds. The next thing of notice was that he was not alone; there was about... five others, each in their own beds. Two of them had already awakened, trying to recover their bearing and eying each other with fear and confusion. Were these also people harmed by that strange incident, that golden object? What was that strange figure trying to accomplish with this? Were they... the only survivors?

[color=crimson][b]"Alright..."[/b][/color] Xander choked out, his confusion and unknowing turning to aggravation. He turned to the awakened individuals on his right, which happened to be the goth man he saw earlier and a kid who looked to be in high school. [color=crimson][b]"I'm going... to ask you... a question,"[/b][/color] he painfully spat out between struggling breaths. [color=crimson][b]"I doubt you'll know... but I'm asking anyway...What- the hell- [i]happened[/i]?"[/b][/color]