Three years ago, within a certain room.
'I should be gone for at least a year. I don't know how long, but I hope it won't be too long.'
I sat in silence within a certain room, a knife in my hand. I pressed the knife onto my skin and slowly began to slice as a sharp pain invaded my mind. I ignored the pain and took out a small vial, collecting all of the blood that was leaking out.
'This should be just enough. I'll give this to Leon later.'
This blood was going to be very important for me later in the future.
But this wasn't over. Tapping onto my ring, a certain item appeared before my very eyes. It was a metallic block that I hadn't seen in a very long time.
"I can't believe I'm seeing this thing again."
It was my old phone.
The one that I had previously found within the mirror.
I still had it with me.
