Crouching in front of me was a man, appearing to be in his mid twenties, wiping up what appeared to be blood, left from when I fell from the whole. The man appeared to be strangely well dressed for someone who lived in shack that was also inside of a cave. He was wearing a pair of black slacks, a white button down shirt, and a black vest, yeah way to fancily dressed for a man who lives in a cave, what was even stranger was the man's hair color. Short feathery locks of pure white framed his face, the man must have heard me coming since before I knew it, I was looking directly into two purple orbs bearing a big, pointy-toothed, grin. "Oh, I see you're up, that wasn't long at all, I thought you'd be out much longer, I mean that was a pretty high fall," the man said. The man slowly stood up, and I nearly fell back onto my butt, the man simply towered over me. The man had a bloody rag in hand as he walked closer, gently placing a hand on my fore head. His hand was as cold as ice, no warmth in it, I couldn't say anything, I couldn't even move, I've never been so scared in my life. "Hmm you're still very feverish, why don't you go lay back down while I finish cleaning up?" he asked, still smiling, though I felt that I'd never trust that smile for as long as I lived.
I didn't say a word, the man just stared at me, his smile turning into a confused frown, he waved his hand in front of my eyes. "Hello? Anybody there? If you're not going to do it yourself, I could always carry you back to the bedroom," he threatened.
I finally shook out of my daze and stumbled back from the tall male, "N-no, I-I can do it," I stuttered, my eyes locked onto his. The male chuckled, smiling again, messing up my hair, before walking back into the boarded up shack, I took one last glance at the hole, before I turned around and followed the white haired male. He disappeared down the hall, to the laundry room I assumed. I looked around, but I found there was no place to run off to. Defeated I turned to the bedroom and slowly walked inside, I decided that I would just have to do what the man said, I was wounded, and I was in no condition to run away. I grunted as I sat down on bed, holding onto my side.
It was a few good minutes before the man returned, the man actually having duck through the doorway as he entered the bedroom. He shook his head, "That's not laying down," he said as he moved closer, I tried to argue as the man lowered me down to the bed, but I could only hiss in pain, my injuries still haven't healed. "Just relax, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," he told me. I laid there, obviously uncomfortable, as he pulled up a chair and sat down. "My name's Cecil Morpheus Von Haeide, and unfortunately for you, you have three broken ribs, and a fractured wrist," he smirked. "It's not often I get visitors falling from the sky, well actually, this would be the first time I've ever had that happen, but still. Anyway what were you doing in the forest Anyway?" I remained silent, I was going to die before I'd give the man a single bit of information to work with. The man frowned again, "Not the talkative type huh, will you at least tell me your name?" I shook my head. He sighed in defeat, "Well since none of my questions have been working, how about you ask me a question, go on, ask anything."
I thought for a bit before I finally opened my mouth and asked...
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