"Oh?"
I heard a condescending voice as soon as I regained consciousness. My consciousness was still hazy as I looked around.
It took me a few moments to get a grasp of my surroundings.
I was in an apocalyptic landscape, with grey clouds hanging above my head. In the distance, I could see thousands of large spikes rising through the sky. The ground under my feet was devoid of any moisture. A cold breeze was blowing over the soil, making me shiver.
This was a wasteland. A barren wasteland.
My eyes then fell on the only living being nearby other than me... And stayed there.
In shock.
In surprise.
"Phillips... ?"
The blonde hair man laughed as stared at him in disbelief.
"No, I haven't come back from the dead. Don't worry about that."
"... Then where are you here? Where am I?"
I asked, standing up. I was wearing the same suit from before, but this time covered with dust.