human
Oscar:  Looking down at her, he was seized with an indescribable fright. I have to make sure. He took a step closer, but for whatever reason, he was back in the hallway. Oscar puzzled over the development. After a moment, however, he could no longer recall the crimson-soaked room or the woman. He touched the next door. The faintest shock ran through his hand, but he pushed it open anyway. Inside was an unfamiliar chamber, one he couldn’t place at all. It was empty, save for a wide bed, a desk, a sizable bookcase, a sofa, and a table. A stack of thick books rested atop the desk. When he walked over to them, he saw they were all volumes on magic. Suddenly, the clear voice of a young girl came from behind him.
gpt
Girl:  “Oscar? What is it?” He turned around to see a lovely girl with long black hair standing there. She was thin and had a sweet face. He stared warily at her fine, achingly perfect features. Curiously, he didn’t know her name or how to respond to her. She came right up to him and met his gaze. “Is it time for our practice already? Am I late?”
human
Oscar:  When she said practice, he glanced down at his waist and found that, sure enough, he was wearing his training sword.
gpt
Girl:  When he looked back over at her, she was on her tiptoes and about to touch him. Her snow-white hand didn’t make contact with his face, though. Softly, she floated up into the air. From a little above him, she inspected his expression, her deep, dark eyes staring into his. She brought her lips to his ear and whispered, “Oscar… open the door to the next room…”
human
Oscar:  A jolt ran up his spine. The words held a seductive lilt to them. They’d clearly been spoken by a woman, not a girl. Shocked, Oscar took a step back.
gpt
Girl:  Evidently oblivious, the girl regarded him curiously, as if she had said nothing at all. “I’m going on ahead.” she stated with a smile and a wave, disappearing.
human
Oscar:  Oscar exited the unfamiliar chamber and realized he was standing before the door to the next room. He had a sense that something inexplicable had happened moments ago, but he couldn’t quite recall what. He opened the door, getting déjà vu from the zap that ran through his hand. Inside was a large hall built of stone. It was dark, not unlike a nightmare. People were sitting in tiered rows of seats that lined the walls of the oval-shaped space. In the center of it rose a staircase, reaching a full story above the ground. Because of the angle, he couldn’t see what was at the top of it, but he could hear muffled voices talking. He decided to head for the staircase, but the woman spoke again in his ear. “Oscar… get out Akashia…” There was no one there when he whirled to check.