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I prolly have been sitting in this tomb for about three days with no supervision or any type of communication. I only have these cold stone walls for company. I can talk to them and they might actually reply to me, that's how far my sanity is down the road. I hear footsteps and I am not sure if I am hallucinating it or not, someone is coming. I actually am rejoicing for I haven't said a word for the past however long I have been stuck in this place.

Its a man, he is in the same uniform of the men who captured me. Leather face guard. Leather cloak, cape, all black armor. Its quite intimidating. all I can make of the person is their green glowing eyes behind his mask. He kneels down before the bars of the cell. Looks me right in the eye.

"How did you get to this place?"

I am confused since he captured me yet I don't want to say that because he may believe I am being smart. I have no clue what he means about "here"

He intimidatingly asks again.

"How did you get beyond the mirror"

Now this is a question I can answer. "Its a long story" I reply with all the memories of what led me here flash through my head in agony.

"You better speak or you wont have the time to tell it before I do what I did to your friend" Says the man with intent to kill.

"I took a drug that gave me vivid hallucinations and I taken too much and I ended up where I am right now" I say pleading for him not to kill me.

"Can you cross back over" He responds with more of an interest into my response

"I am not sure I am sure it is possible but I know it can be done. I have seen...seen things cross over into the side where I was from that shouldn't have. I have seen these things kill people I loved. My best friend named Jake I watched him die in my arms as things were pulling him into this realm." i speak trying to fill him in with everything I know.

"Jake.. that's a name I have not heard called in a long time. Ancient time. Its a name I once went by. I suppose you are Avery then...."

The man takes off his mask. and here before me is the same face I last seen being devoured on our apartment floor.

"How...is this possible? I thought you were... gone"

"I go by the name Grixis now. Its the name I was bestowed upon after joining the ranks of the Ghosts of Paraguay. A society with the intent to cross the mirror and live among the other side. " Says jake.

Century's passed since I arrived here. Time does not flow linear with mirror. In fact it is completely irrelevant. It plays no part on this side of the fence. Its why its called the void. Time stops.