New World
"Yawn!"
A young man with black hair slowly opened his eyes. His black pupil stared at the ceiling made out of woods. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black pants.
His skin could feel something hard beneath him. He slowly raised his body and looked around.
"Where the hell am I?"
Suddenly, the memories of the past events reappeared in his mind. As soon as he remembered those memories, he started sweating. He couldn't help but feel extremely gloomy.
'What did he mean by my parents sacrificing the whole race to keep me alive? What do these genes represent? And, why did he call me Heir of Creation?'
Brian's mind was filled with questions but he calmed down and thought to himself.
'I can't find the answer right now. The only thing I can do is get stronger in this world. But where am I?'