Fantasy | Adventure | Angst | Romance
You ever felt like life just wasn’t worth living? But you don’t actually wanna die just yet? You’re born into this world just to work. If you don’t work, you die. But you can’t live if you’re always working to survive. So really, was there a point to being born at all?
Vincent Nightone is yours under average young college student. Doesn’t amount to anything. Has no talent, skill and never picked up a hobby. He never went through anything amazing, and nothing terribly tragic. Every single aspect of him and his life is boringly average. He was like a blank canvas.
He was probably the most surprised out of everyone when he realize he had woken up to a whole other world of pure imagination and fantasy. Determined not to bore up this brand new life of his, Vincent sets out on an adventure in hopes his journeys are worth a read at the very least.
The lad stared blankly.
His denial was getting just a tad hard to hold onto. He opened his mouth, slightly tilted his head towards her but his eyes kept focused on the flower—waiting for it to happen again.
“Julissa. You are?”
His widen blue eyes made contact with her, his mouth still agape. “… V… Vincent… Nightone—didyoujust?”
“Questions are limited.” the blonde interjected. “So. I would choose what you decide to ask of me… very carefully.”
That felt like a threat. Vincent took a breath, trying to understand what was happening. “Where am I?”
“Depends on how detailed you want me to be,” she replied.
Well, that already wasn’t a good sign.