An eerie chill crept down his spine, waking him up from his sleep with a shudder, as he sat upright, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He felt like he had gotten some much needed rest, a strange feeling of easiness settling onto his mind, as if telling him there was no need to worry. It was the only thing his mind had fixated on, that feeling of no worries, so when he had opened his eyes and found a girl hovering in front of him, he had only blinked. He had no idea who he was, who the girl was, or where he was. All signs that he should have panicked.
But he hadn't. It was strange, but that feeling of easiness he couldn't piece the source from, had made him feel like it was more natural to stay composed in a situation like this. Thoughts of panicking only brought discomfort, and felt forceful on his mind, to the point where he was sure it would be enough to make him pass out. So he had stuck with what was better for him, which was not caring about the situation he was currently in. He had soon found his eyes landing on the girl in front of him, who had turned her head away at his gaze.
The girl in front of him had dark purple hair that curled out at the shoulders into several other strands, with a white skull mask that covered up the top half of her face, and leaving only the left eyehole visible. She had on a dark sleeveless top with pitch black gloves, and long ripped jeans that matched the rest of her outfit, but covered her shoes. She looked to be about fourteen. The glance over he had given the girl, had felt just as natural as choosing not to panic over his situation. Whoever he was before, judging people was likely a habit.
She had turned back to him when he had been done looking, allowing him to see the cold stare in her one visible red eye. The girl was as uncaring as he was, maybe more so, since they were both complete strangers, who so far had been silently communicating. When the girl had shifted her arms, holding out a clear red and white ball she had apparently tucked underneath her arm, he had accepted the object without thinking about it, and it's possible consequences. "Hn." Had been his only response, as he made a motion to pocket the ball.
He briefly looked down at his outfit for the first time, before slipping the object in his pockets, and gesturing to the girl that he was going to get up from the bed. A short-sleeved black hoodie with red seams on the zipper and sleeves, black fingerless gloves, and what looked like a red and white soccer jersey underneath it all. That had been his attire, and having looked at his jersey shorts, which stood out to him for some reason, a name had popped into his mind. Adam. He knew the definition of the name had meant red in some cultures.
Adam had been quick to accept this as his name, before looking back at the hovering girl, who had moved away from the bed when he had gotten up. He only gestured his hand for her to follow him out of what looked like a hallway, figuring it would lead him somewhere even more eventful.
