A short man with short black hair was on the side of the road, unconscious. All around him, people walked pass him, assuming that he was simply another passed out drunkard.
"What a poor boy."
A voice said, golden eyes stared at the unconscious young man...
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A few hours later
"Ugh..." The boy stirred up, his eyes fluttered open. He felt... Soft.
'Where am I?' That thought plagued his mind as he sat up and looked around, eyes darting around the unfamiliar scenery.
He was on a bed, an extremely comfortable one too, it also looked ridiculously expensive, the same could be said for everything about the room.
The carpets looked like they were made with the finest silk, the drawer next to the bed felt like the smoothest wood he's ever felt.
The boy slowly got out of bed, unknowing of why he's here, just one thought was in his mind. 'I need to figure out what this place is.'