Spending my thirtieth birthday alone. What a shock with the life I’ve lived. Success into failure over and over again. “Can it get any worse?” I whisper to myself walking out of a rundown bar on my street.

The streets beside me were overtaken by nature. All the buildings on this street look as if they were hit by a nuclear bomb, including my small apartment.

Cars rip and bump trying to get through the road. Two squirrels run from behind wood scraps startling me. Everything was pitch black besides the beaming car lights.

Still feeling uneasy I try and calm myself. Before I could breathe the car lights disappeared for a second before everything turned bright.

My eyes take a minute to adjust before a voice speaks.” Welcome to Hysteria Harbonage” said an eerily loud voice like it was inside of my head.

“The Heir of Draspin, Welcome.”