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( is jaran time @Exis sorry this is late- )

Well this was new. His crimson eyes opened to reveal a.. different place. The whole area seemed to have a different aura to it. He was no longer in the prison called Hell. And this wasn't a punishment of illusion either. No, this was REAL. Freedom? No. This didn't feel like the outside. The outside was.. cold and unwelcoming. This place seemed to have it's metaphorical arms open wide to him. It was unnerving. He felt a twinge of fear as he got to his feet. Pulling up his mask, he eyed his surroundings with suspicion. Now.. where was he? Jaran walked forward, not hesitantly or with fear, but a casual walk. As though he was strolling through the woods. He wasn't relieved at all, he was just good at concealing his worries and fear. Of course.. this was real. That filled him with worry. This was.. different.