This was definitely going to be one of those days...
The first clue was the dream. The Heist didn't dream. Ever. Nonetheless, as he slept, a strangely soothing voice began to speak to him. It seemed like it had been trying to warn him of something... some kind of board game.
When Heist had finally escaped his slumber, he found, strangely, that he was still standing. His body, not accustomed to the brain bing in a half awakened state, he been moving on its own accord. He tried to survey his surroundings as he blinked away the sleep from his eyes. The first thing he noticed is that he had very nearly died. Directly in front of him was a canyon of immeasurable depth. Taking a few cautious steps backward, he noticed that there was something strange about this world... He could see around him for miles. Rather than curve away from his view, the world just went on forever. He could clearly see a tower jutting into the sky despite it being many miles away. Stranger still, his powers told him immediately that the flow of time in this place was not natural. Rather than keep the steady, stoic pace it normally had, time here seemed to move independently around the space, flowing at different speeds in different areas.
A sense of dread started to creep into the Heist... He wondered if he would still be able to control it's flow at all. Without his time control, his normally amazing reflexes would find themselves amazingly normal. He slipped on his clawed gauntlets and ran towards the tower, hoping to find some answers about this place. Next time I have a dream, remind me to stay asleep, he thought to himself. It was definitely going to be one of those days...
