The shell of the egg flew apart, and a thick, dark blue smoke enveloped everything.
Mr. X felt dizzy and his consciousness shut down.

The whistling in his ears made him open his eyes and realize that some blurry shadows were rushing by and a plank beneath his feet. It felt like it had been going on forever, but through the humming X began to hear some voice repeating the same indecipherable phrase...

"I hope it's someone who can help me figure out where I am and what's wrong with me," - the thought flashed through his head.

Making several attempts to speed up, X nearly fell several times, but he could not catch up with the fading voice. There was a pungent smell of a burnt match in the air. Fear of the unknown permeated his soul and he wanted to scream, but no one would hear him.

Because there was nothing around but the fragments of his own memory, into which he had been sucked.