“Where am I?” 
“What happened to me?”

To Junhoe, everything was pitch black and light feathered. It was a space filled with nothing but silence, and the only thing that he could see, or more like feel, were his thoughts. 

“In Virtue I obligate this self to be yours and yours truly, and from now until then or forever, one would hold the thrones as the eyes of others behold” Within the words, the soft voice that soothed the ear, a flash of light intruded and started the everything to an end.