When I woke up I was in a room, well I couldn't exactly call in a room seeing as the whiteness seemed to spread to the end of the universe . In front of me was a tall bearded guy looked like he was stressing out about something...wait isn't this a bit too cliche mmm. Well might as well start the conversation
"What did you say? What does that mean? Mom?" He looks to his mother, who wears the face of someone who has seen the Reaper herself. Eventually he, too, realizes something is wrong and leans back in his chair.
Congrats on the successful launch of your work! I’ve added it to my collection and started reading. Everything’s going well so far. I’m just a casual reader, so I don’t have much advice to give—I’m just here to enjoy the story!
