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A young man rests in his room, putting his walking-staff leaning on his beadpost as he listens to the sounds coming from the other rooms. He pulls off his black hat and places it on the other bedpost as he closes his eyes even though doing so is unnecessary. his mind lets him analyze the sounds and smells of his surroundings. They are much different than the sewers or the slums that he is used to. The things he feels are far different as well.
"Why am I here...? He asks himself. "What is my goal of being here...?"
As he meditates on those questions, he hears more whispers and he tries to bat away those who are making those voices. "Stop! Shut up! It's annoying!" He yells, starting to thrash, trying to make them stop.