Detector

Three Days After The Incident.

"Where am I? Who am I?" Dorian sat up on the bed looking around. He was confused about how he got there.

The environment looked strange to him, and at the same time, it looked welcoming.

Blur memories crawled in his head, causing him to have a very powerful migraine.

"Help please, is anyone there? Please help me!" He managed to scream.

"You are awake." It was then a man walked immediately he heard him screaming from the other room. He looked a little bit old, but not that old.

"Who am I? Why am I here?" Dorian queried him, trying to sit up.

"Hey, I just got you treated from your injuries. You don't have to stand up." The man said to him after he tried sitting up, but he was in pains.

"Injuries?" Dorian opened his cloth, and the injury was there. It was tried up with a fabric.

It looked as if the wound was being treated.

"You got stabbed, then I saw you by the side of the Ocean. I never knew you were going to survive. You have been in coma for the past fe

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