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NICO
The clock is ticking. Your vision is blurring.
Where are you? What’s happening? You can’t move your arms and legs, it’s like you’re bound by something but you can’t feel it – almost like your whole body is numb. There’s a huge possibility that you’re inside a hospital since you’re too familiar with the scent of bitter medicine, dextrose and death fused in one place.
You force-open your left eye to see what’s happening around you. You see a tall guy leaning over you, as if checking to see if you’re breathing properly, seems like he’s a nurse here that’s been checking up on you for god knows how long you’ve been asleep. Whatever happened to you, wait… Lethe and fiddle styx. You don’t even remember your whole name.
But all you can feel is that, you’re pissed off, your family is weird and you can’t really call the cops since your instincts are telling you that you’re not an ordinary teenager. Any police involvement would be fatal.
“—co”
“ - -Nico”
Your attention snaps back at the guy that’s taking your diagnostics. You arch an eyebrow at him, since your mouth can’t formulate any decent sentences. You acknowledge his presence by humming, apparently, your name is Nico di Angelo, 18 years old and is studying at Long Island University, you’re an arts major and your sisters will be arriving shortly.
Great. That’s a start.