"Hey Jamie wake up," an unfamiliar voice calls you out of the long dreamlees sleep.
you open your eyes and are in a place unknown. You sit up and are in a room. It's dark and you can make out a chair and a desk in the dim light of a flickering candel.
"Where am I?" you ask the voice. Kneeling down next to you is a boy your age. He has quiet black hair and simmering brown eyes.
"Come on it's time for breakfast, Jamie," he tells you.
"Wait! I dont know you how do you know my name?"
"Does it realy matter who killed who," he replied quating your favorite movie.
He gets up and leaves.
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