Adventure in Edenawe

Paul’s life was lonely, or so some would say, but he didn’t mind. He was perfectly content with his routine. He had no real friends, just acquaintances from work, school, and his neighbors. His greatest joys were TV shows, comic books, novels, and video games—anything with a compelling story, especially if it involved fantasy elements. Every day was the same: work, then immerse himself in reading, watching, or playing.

One evening, as usual, he finished work and settled in front of his computer to read something new. Suddenly, he heard a strange noise coming from the kitchen.

“It’s just my imagination,” he muttered.

But the noise grew louder, and then a voice emerged from the din: “Come to me…nture avaits. Come to me…ure avaits. Come to me…avait.” The voice gradually faded away.

Startled, Paul grabbed a baseball bat and headed to the kitchen. He slowly opened the door, only to be struck by a severe headache. He collapsed to his knees, unable to see anything but blinding white light.

“Who? Who are y—”

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