White Alchemist

Prepare, the revolt continues

A spatial rift opened, and out fell Light. Beaten and bruised, yet healing himself quicker than anyone could think.

His body landed on the floor, still half-yelling about the ORA. But that quickly stopped when he realised he was no longer where he thought he was.

"Where am I?" He thought, as his body slammed into the floor. The floor itself looked incredibly clean, only dirtied by the blood spilled once he hit the floor.

His face was still bleeding all over, and his body was still horribly damaged. But he was able to push himself off of the ground.

His eyes scanned the room. It wasn't that big, but he could see there was a fair amount in the room.

A water dispenser, chairs, a desk, a few plants, and very minimal wiring. "Is this a office?" He thought to himself.

"Would you look at that," a sinister and cold voice said. Light immediately shot his head up, meeting eyes with the voice's owner.

"A gift from Charlie is a rare sight..." The owner of the voice got up from his desk, walking s