River Serenade woke up locked in a room, with nothing but himself inside. The ceiling is mostly on the floor, the wallpaper long torn away, and the walls themselves seem to be bowing under a great weight.

The only thought occupying his mind is getting out, and then getting home.

Special thanks to the proofreader 0_0, who looked at this story in his free time. Another thank you to The Descendant, who wrote the fantastic story The Silent Shore and helped me, albeit unintentionally, with the atmosphere in this story here. And to Merlos, for I know he'll see this story even though he doesn't follow me. You're a great friend