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Sweat beat down Ryom's face as his eyes opened with his cell phone in hand, ready to dial the number for a taxi or an uber or whatever would get him to the hospital the fastest.  Heavy breathing was soon silenced as he took a look at his surroundings while his mind tried its best to comprehend what it was seeing. He quickly wiped his eyes once more and rubbed them, as if trying to clean the sleep from his eyes. Nothing changed. It had to be some sick, practical joke right? The buildings were all some prop-up displays meant to create some kind of illusion. They had to be. However, it didn't explain the complete silence of what should be the busy downtown area of Seoul. 

Ryom turned his head to the sound of another voice, one belonging that at least had a body. His question sent a shiver down Ryom's spine, but he didn't dare to answer. Instead, Ryom picked up a loose rock off the ground and tossed it as hard as he could down one of the streets. The small rock skipped along until it was finally stopped by a wooden barrel in its path. He could felt his heart begin to beat faster as he silently walked up to the closest building and placed his hand against it, the texture was all too real. Without warning, Ryom gritted his teeth and pulled back before launching a punch into the building's wall. The skin on his knuckless slit open as he reeled back his fist [color=D65B24][b]"FUCK!"[/b][/color] Ryom yelled, the pain assuring him that this was not just some fever dream either. 

He didn't have time for whatever game this was. His mother needed him and he couldn't waste any more time. He kept muttering curse words as he held his right hand in his other, pacing around as he tried to think about what to do next [color=D65B24]"Oh, didn't you know? We're in goddamn Disney World!"[/color] He snapped at Michael before groaning in pain once more as his hand began to throb. Think Ryom, think! He looked back at Michael and saw there were two others. [color=D65B24]"Name and last place you remember being. Now!"[/color] He spoke harshly at the other three. He desperately wanted them to assure him he was still at the convention center and he had taken some wrong turn. The adrenaline was kicking as he waited for their reply. Ryom let his other hand go to look at his phone. [color=D65B24][b]No service[/b][/color]. His grip around the phone tightened, uncaring if he snapped it right there. [color=D65B24]Hold on mom, I'm coming. Please....hold on.[/color]

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