(This transition is only happening to Ian, unless anybody else is planning to do something like this, but in that case, they can't be in the same world Ian is in. :U It has to be their own unique otherworld. Read the first post for explanations on transitions, there is a video that explains how it should work.)
Ian continued to look outside for a few brief seconds then decided that the longer he stayed here, that the more time he would waste. Where could that shadow have gone? It couldn't have simply just vanished . . . could it? The harsh cold weather continuously beat upon Ian's wound, even with his hood on, it could only stop so much of it. Ignoring the pain, Ian walked down around towards the alley again, except this time, he ignored it and continued straight onto Elroy street, he didn't see anything aside from the lake off in the distance through the fog, he ignored it and continued forward, then when he came around, on the side of a building, he saw something familiar, but he wasn't sure where it came from . . . when he saw it, his head started to pound as if it were about to explode. He fell to both knees while holding his head with his right hand, his left hand was holding his Magnum.
The Seal . . .
Ahhh. . . Damn it! Ugh!!
Just then, Ian got up, he looked around again, but instead of the fog, and sidewalk he was standing on before, he saw what appeared to be grating, rust, and darkness all around him, it was suddenly warmer then before, however water slowly dripped down from seemingly nowhere, there was a lot of water, but it was all dripping down slowly. As if there were tons of faucets above him that were leaking. Ian stood up and held his head for a second, he then took the time to gaze around at the environment, the look of horror fell onto his face, his unsure expression from before was now replaced with the expression of absolute horror, he had no idea where he was, or if he would ever be back now. In the distance, a siren blew, making a strange, and startling noise. It was like an air-raid siren, or maybe even Firetruck Sirens, but distorted, the environment was way too dark to see clearly, and Ian didn't have a flashlight or anything that could help him, he was like a blind man inside of a pit.
Welcome Home . . . have a nice stay . . .
Ian finally stood up and squinted in hopes of seeing anything, he moved forward and reached out with his hand to feel a strange wall, it was similar to the brick wall from before, except it was grimy, with his other hand, he touched it and brought it up to his nose to smell it, it reeked of iron, and sulfur. Most likely blood, the sulfuric smell was probably coming from the area he was in.
"Ew. Blood?"
Ian wiped it on the side of his pants, he was hoping it didn't stain so much, of course, it would though, he knew that there had to be some way around hopefully, the place was making him nauseous, he needed to leave, the more he tried to rationalize what was going on, or why that symbol brought him here, the more it made his head hurt. He began walking through the slightly familiar area, eventually as he walked down the street, he noticed that he kicked something in the dark, it felt like a box or something when it bounced away from his foot. Ian struggled around for a few minutes to find it, and to his surprise, it seemed like a flashlight. Ian picked it up and examined it, he tried to push the switch but it wouldn't turn on, with that he continued walking aimlessly in the darkness. But something was watching him, maggots filled the otherworldly creatures that stalked their prey in the dark, however, they made no sudden appearance, they only watched and waited, like true hunters stalking their prey, awaiting for the ample opportunity to strike, and kill without mercy.
