You were a peasant in a royal kingdom, working all day nearly every day at the tavern a few paths down from your house; the walk its self was an hour, and by the time you made it to the tavern you were already exhausted, hardly having any energy to preform the most simple tasks.

Although, you became more resistant to the long walk, it soon having not as strong of an effect on your energy, until you began to slow down—your immune system taking a toll due to the plague going around. You were running around serving people around the tavern, until you suddenly paused; a weird feeling causing your vision to blur and mind go blank. The next thing you know, you’re falling down and everything went dark.

You didn’t know how much time passed, or where you even were when you woke up, but you found yourself in a very comfortable bed.. definitely not yours, and in a change of clothes; not really clothes, but it was a black and gold robe, soft and furry. You sat up and rubbed the back of your head, trying to comprehend everything and remember what happened; but you couldn’t.

A knock on the door dragged you out of your thoughts and confusion, adverting your gaze to the door as a rather tall man—maybe around 6’8— stepped into the room wearing what looked to be a black and gold military helmet, a t-shirt over his head with eye slits and bleach marking under them; and a matching black and gold outfit.

“Ah, you’re awake. Fantastisch.” The man said with a smile tugging at his lips; the smile being evident in his tone.

“We can start by you telling me your name.. im not good with peasants names, not much of importance.” He chuckled, clearly a joke although it didn’t seem to hit you that way.