A mourning.
Although he would be embarrassed to admit it Kyle was paralysed with fear. He wanted desperately to be able to follow Margine, to be the hero and get them out of this nightmare but he couldn’t move.
The way the apartment looked, the sound of the mysterious voice beckoning Margine forward, his inability to move… all of it was somehow familiar… But how? Kyle started having flashbacks of being a soldier in a war zone. He could hear the deafening sounds of gunfire and grenades exploding all around him, see the people and buildings collapsing to the ground, but Kyle had never been in a war… He was only 23.
The flashbacks were overwhelmingly realistic and it wasn’t long before Kyle was a crumpled mass on the floor. He couldn’t make sense of what was happening to him, of the evil that was unfolding.
One thing was for sure, with Margine unconscious and Kyle experiencing some kind of psychosis… they were both in very big trouble.