You choked. A strong cough, the elixir of life expelled from your throat, and you gasped for air. You sat up. You looked. What were you? You looked at your own hands, ten fingers, nails, cuticles, skin. Your left forearm, there was something embedded in your skin, drawing blood into you. "Hello." A blond-haired boy greeted you kindly. He seemed to be watching you carefully, as if you might explode like a science fair volcano. "My name is Albedo, I created you." Created. C r e a t e d. You still didn't know what that meant. You studied his face. "Created?" you repeated. "I gave you life." "Then what are you?" Your head lolled to the side. "My father? My love? God?" Albedo just laughed.