A teenaged boy was crouched over you, trying to wake you up. He brushed a strand of his overgrown, messy black hair out of his emerald green eyes, his skin tanned and some muscles visible underneath his torn shirt. Despite falling asleep in your room, you’d woken up in a clearing in a forest, with a small river trickling near you and the smell of something dead reaching your nose. “Ah, finally… are you okay? Can you walk? How did you get here?” He asked, his deep voice sounding soothing.