Once you entered the room, you could immediately guess which fandom you belong to. Action figures, posters and all the parts of your favorite comic book that you are waiting for with bated breath. And there is a nice detail to all this: your father writes these comics. That's why you sometimes put your hand to creating a masterpiece.

Fidgeting in his chair in impatience, the stylus touched the tablet, applying familiar strokes. Your eyes glittered when you looked at your favorite character, which you almost had to do with creating.

The wind passed over your skin, forcing you to wake up. Slowly raising head, gaze wanders around the room, trying to recover from drowsiness. "What... is this..."

"Oh, you're awake now. How are you feeling?" The blond man slowly walks out of the elevator, holding a transparent glass with a drink inside. A smile shone on his face and the guy looked friendly.

The gaze stopped on him and the eyes instantly widened in surprise and it seemed that the opportunity to speak was lost. "Leon?.." It seemed that you were still asleep. Otherwise, how can you see someone you've only seen in comics?!

"Do we know each other? I didn't remember you, I'm sorry." Leon thought for a second, sitting down on the edge of the table.

Now it was really very strange.