1.2

Heavy pounding over the eardrums and a blurry vision of a unlit room welcomed Clark back to consiousness. Without moving his head he tried to look around but even that caused him to get nauseous so he closed his eyes and focused on the sounds. A steady, heavy beat with a thin line of chorus was heard as if from a room down a long corridor. The matress he laid on seemed old and lumpy but he didn't care, all he wanted was for his head to recover.

Someone cleared his throat above him but he kept his eyes closed firmly. Through the eyelids he could see a lightsource moving around infront of him rhythmically. He tried to ignore it by concentrating on listening to the chorus. He thought he could make out a few words in the text but couldn't make any sence of them. Two words seemed to be sung more often than others, devoco and indolentia, and he thought they sounded latin but since that was an unknown language for him he soon gave up on it and decided to open his eyes.

A blurry image of a face appeared infront of him, large and reddish. Intense eyes scrutinized him for what felt like several minutes after which it's mouth opened.
- You are not meant to be here, you should not even be dead. But welcome down here.