Jul 14, 2014
Sometimes he wondered if Aerith or lifestream liked to play cruel jokes on him. The night had began with him at home, sleeping in his own bed, only to awake in a mansion of white, surroundings completely unfamiliar. The floor was cold, the room bright, and his body ached. Slowly he rose to a sitting position, trying to gather himself and assess his surroundings.
Namine entered her drawing room after a night of rest, to find a strange man sitting on the floor of the room. She didn’t know why but his presence left her a bit uneasy. “Um….hello? What are you doing here?” she questioned
