[Center][color=A290F5][H1]Felix Jones — MY-1801-FJ[/H1][/color][/Center]
A young boy awoke sprawled out face-first atop a cheap wire mesh bed. In spite of his uncomfortable resting position, the boy wore a peaceful expression as he attempted to settle himself back into sleep, only for the piercing sound of an alarm to ring out from somewhere outside, its ringing wrenching him from his serenity and into wakefulness. Almost as if on cue the boy's stomach growled, urging him to get up and ready. [i]Wait who? And ready for what?[/i] 

Visibly confused the boy sat up rubbing the tiredness from his eyes, feeling something was off as he noticed the lighting flickered eerily. [color=A290F5]“Huh? What’s going on?”[/color], he mumbled to himself, taking a moment to look around the room, surprisingly plain and sparsely furnished for a kid of his age, with little more than a cheap desk and bed. Stranger still was that the room he found himself in seemed entirely unfamiliar to the kid, his frustration and confusion only growing as he tried to search his memories for answers and came up with nothing but haze. 

Getting up the boy examined himself as best he could in the current conditions, taking note of his surprisingly long black hair and the simple grey dress he wore, entirely devoid of colour save for a single yellow patch. Like everything else he’d encountered since waking up, the boy found even his own appearance strangely unfamiliar and alien. [i]Was that normal? It didn’t feel like it[/i]…

Eventually, with the last of his grogginess overtaken by his confusion, worry and now gradually mounting curiosity, the boy looked towards the door. Maybe there was someone outside who could tell him what was going on or maybe where he was? That seemed pretty likely and it wouldn’t hurt to try and find something to eat in the meantime… With that in mind, the boy approached the door, peeking out before tentatively stepping into the space beyond. 

[color=A290F5]“Hello? Is anybody there?”[/color]