Thirty nine hours ago on Earth.
Arthur crashed through the front door . The sound of the hinges screamed were drowned out by his pounding heart. He searched through his home quickly. The white walls and polished wooden floor.
The television was on in the living room. A newscaster reported what they all knew. Millions disappeared over night. Taken into the Origin Trial. The game system panel flashing in all their eyes before silence.
Arthur wasn't chosen.
"Vicky! Vicky!" He shouted, running to the stairs. "Are you here?! Please! Are you here? The twins—"
His wife burst out of her room in towels, dripping wet. She had been taking a bath. Arthur let out a sigh of relief.
"The twin are sleeping," she hissed. "Why are you so—"
Her eyes met his. She let out a breath. "Faust? Where's Faust?"
Arthur cradled his head, slumping against the stairwall. "I went to his school. He's gone. My son… they took my son."
