I am blind. The fog allows me to see barely a millimeter in front of me. I try using my hand to sweep it away, but the fog seems to be untouchable. Transparent. Just a reflection. I am stuck in a never-ending mind game. I sit down feeling defeated… wait a second. I haven’t told you how I got here! Let’s rewind…

It was a bright and sunny day. About mid-October, when I heard a loud and prominent knock on my door. I rush to the door, my dog barking and panting, to see who it is. This is when it all starts. As I swing open the door a friendly, yet unfamiliar, face greets me. There are a few moments of awkward silence, until I decided to pipe up. “How may I help you, sir.” He smirks at me for what seems like forever, then proceeds to ask if I was the owner of the house. I answer with a polite “Yes”, then fall silent once again. He seems to scan me, from my face to my toes, with a disapproving glare. Then he simply says, with no emotion, “Come with me, now. They are almost here.”