(YOU’RE RAYNE LIEBERT.)

He was standing over you, looking at you. He was trying to wake you up, as it was the middle of the apocalypse. His face was stern, and you were passed out with a knife in your hands. You woke up. “Hm. Guess you’re not dead.” He said nonchalantly , as you scooted away in a panic. “W-Who are you?!” You yelled. “I should be asking you the same thing.” He said. “…Where are we..?” You asked, looking around. “Wipe that drool off your face and I’ll tell you.”