Who... Am I?

As John opened his eyes, all that he could see was darkness, complete darkness. 

"Where am I...?" 

The sound of his voice echoed throughout the room and broke through the silence, as he pushed himself up 

The ground was warm and cosy, and he had a strange but powerful urge to sleep. 

As he stood up from the ground, he decided to ask the last question which had been on his mind 

"Who... am I?" 

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"So, Master... What are you waiting for?" Asked John as he tilted his head to the side 

He was shirtless, his clothes had torn in the fight yet there were no wounds in his body, not even scars. Her disciple had always been amazing, and she had noticed it. 

"John... I'm sorry." 

Upon hearing this, a grin was formed on John's face, however it didn't belong to him. 

The two stood there for a moment, before John asked 

"So, aren't you going to att-"