The face of his father was irritated and constantly twitching.
The strange morphed figure took a short step back before the face of Julius' father transformed into an empty black slate.
A rocky voice crashed out from the inner depths of the room.
"You are not the one I need. You bear too little resentment."
The yellow hue in the room flickered. The figure vanished from sight.
Julius' mind finally calmed itself. His thoughts were thawed and began flowing once more like a blissful stream.
"What... What was that? I'm not hallucinating am I?"
His father's face had just materialized before him but it must've been a trick.
The flickering yellow light dimmed in a sick instant.
Thud.
Julius heard something fall to the floor by his right.
He straightened his back and readied himself.
"It's pitch black..."
The only sound present was the nonsensical rickets of a clock.
The clock struck the hour point swiftly.
DONG.
The lights returned, this time in a light blue hue.
