New Home (VI): The Devourer Of The Collective
I woke up on a chair, in a completely white space that seemed to be both cold and hot at the same time. There was a wooden table in front of me with a single glass of blood on it, tempting as it looked, I was a little bit skeptical about it's appearance.
"You should take it, after all it was placed there for you." Someone said to me.
I was a little startled, but I kept my cool as I looked at the incredibly handsome man who was sitting opposite me. He had on a pristine white suit, a grey tie, and a smile so white and pure it made me feel like I should go down on my knees and worship him; this man was perfect, maybe a little too perfect. I ignored the blood on the table and turned to face him before asking him in the most even voice I could muster.
"Who are you?" he chuckled a bit, before leaning back and clasping his hands together on his tie, keeping his brilliant green eyes on me.