Jason
**flashback**
I feel as the silver blade drives deep into me and I drop to my knees, lying on top of her grave, it was warm just like she was.
I open my eyes and look around, the place was dim, heavy curtains at each window keeping the sunlight out. I sit up and feel a dull pain in my chest, I raise the white shirt I am wearing and see the deep wound still struggling to weave close, but were am I?
I stand up from the feathery super soft cushion and walk to the door, a heavy metal door with a lot of complicated locks, as I fondle with it I hear footsteps behind me and turn.
A heavily built man with green eyes and a moustache smiles at me, he is holding a tray containing a jar and two cups.
"it's about time you woke up" he says
"I was starting to worry" he has a deep accent and his lips turn upwards as he speaks giving him a playful disposition.
None of this makes any sense, I was at the graveyard and dead, right?
