Floating through an ever expansive empty nothing there was an island; and island which was covered with a thick and lucious forest which had simply been untouched by time. Its floor was covered by a beautiful blanket of perfectly grown blades of emerald green grass and trees of every sort which stretched out towards the darkness. Every blade of grass as well as every leaf upon the trees seemed to angle towards the center of the island from which a large hill sprouted into the sky and atop its peak there was a large steel clock tower. Upon the face of the clock there were no numbers and the trio of hands did not move in any specific fashion but rather simply spun randomly to and fro. This place and the tower had never truly been built but had rather simply appeared at the beginning of time, an unowned govern to time in all plains which usually held no life to speak of. 

However as of just a few moments ago one man who had been long lost within himself awoke to find himself lying just upon the edge of this strange island with no recollection of having attempted to travel there. Battling against his confusion the man, known as Xavier Bloodbayne, righted himself from his lying position on the ground and stood himself up and stretched away a feeling of grogginess which filled his mind and body. How long have I been gone? He thought to himself. Where am I now? He could only remember a very destructive battle in which he had pushed himself much to hard against an opponent he could not best. The thoughts were soon interrupted as he became aware of a dull vibration in his chest, a repetitive pulsation which sounded off almost like the ticking of a clock. Curious, he finally took a good look around himself to get his bearings and this was when he noticed the hill at the center of the island which housed the large clock tower. This answered his question about what he felt within himself but brought about the new mystery of what exactly this tower was. 

As he stared at the tower he could feel something calling out to him, beckoning him to the tower for some unkown reason and seeing no other option at the moment Xavier made to go towards it. Reaching up Xavier used one of his black leather gloved hands to brush the bangs of his ear length onyx black hair from infront of his red hued hazel eyes before setting off. Each step of his thick soled black rubber combat boots pressed numerous blades of grass against the ground and each step he took thereafter the blades would slowly rise back into the air and point themselves towards the clock tower; as though he had never stepped there at all. Within moments he found himself standing infront of the clock tower and infront of a thick oak door which staggered over his 5'11 form by a good 3 feet. There was a moments hesitation before Xavier shrugged slightly, the red hued metallic pauldrons upon his shoulders mimicking his movements before he reached out and pressed lightly upon the door which swung upon with ease. 

Now the ticks and tocks of the tower almost shook the inner workings of his body as he stood just within the doorway. It was a sensation that was enough to cause a shiver to run along his spine, there was certainly something special about this particular clock tower. Was it the tower itself that had brought him here? It did not seem that anyone had been here in quite some time and there was absolutely no sign of life here at all, how strange. At any rate Xavier stepped forward and crossed a small gap between the front doorway and the nearest brass cog, a large and slow moving piece of metal. Quickly he batted his hands along his entire body, smacking any dust from his black cotton tank top and jeans before simply standing in wait. It seemed that this was all that he was able to do for the moment.