Hours ago
A gasp echoed, and a man was ripped up from a vat of water. He shook violently, his hand almost instantly shooting up and ripping at his own throat.
It was only after he awoke that he barely managed to dodge to the side of his own attack. But he was still a hint too slow, his nail cutting across the side of his throat and nearly gashing an artery.
Blood drizzled out, and the man was fully awakened by the pain. And then came the confusion.
Where was he? How was he here? Wasn't he dead?
This man was none other than Drill Sergeant Veron, and he noticed far too late that he was actually very much not alone here.
It was only after his eyes snapped forward that he realized that Gregory was actually standing right before him. Well, right before the vat of liquid he was in.
Wait, was it Gregory? They looked very similar, but almost like they were closer to brothers than they were the same person.
