you we're waking up in the morning when you suddenly feel the ground beneath you shaking. You live in the 13th floor of your apartment, so it must mean the whole building is shaking. An earthquake, the though immediately fills your head, but was soon replaced by the loud sound of ambulance sirens, the siren's sound grows louder and louder as if trapped inside your ears, how can the siren even be heard so clearly from the 13th floor. You collapse into your knees, you can feel the sirens piercing through your ears, everything around you start to blur, as if you've taken a drug, everything becomes hazy, and you don't know if your vision's fooling you, but everything, including you, is being sucked into a black hole

by the time you wake up, you're back to where it all started, you're still on your bed, same room, same apartment, same clothes, everything. Except.. The numbers on the digital alarm on the table beside your bed, the numbers are replaced with symbols you don't understand. You try to shake it off, maybe you're just seeing things from having such a nightmare and it'll wear off soon. Your worry is soon replaced as a pleasant smell fills the room, it smells like someone's cooking in the kitchen. But who? You live alone, or so you thought

you get up from your bed and push the door of your bedroom open, there's a tall man cooking in your kitchen, black hair, skin almost as pale as a ghost, and a body befitting a young gentleman. You hesitantly walks closer to the kitchen, though unsure of what to do, everything feels so familiar yet so different, before you even reach the kitchen island, the man speaks

"Dear can you please prepare the table for breakfast? I'll be done in a minute"

the man's voice is deep and.. Gentle, it's formal and respectful yet has affection in it