I was on stage singing my heart out.  I was so happy and finally was able to become an idol.  I was well known around the world and despite being so young I was very successful.  I thought nothing could ever go wrong while I was an idol.  One night, when I was at home I got up to get the pizza I ordered.  Just when I was about to grab it I got stabbed. However, I didn’t want to go down without a fight so when she was about to stab me once more I grabbed the knife by the blade and looked up at her.  She was shocked that I grabbed it by the blade and threw the knife down on the ground.  Me and her fought it out for a while.  The only problem was that I was losing blood the more I moved.  Throughout the fight, I was puking up blood and holding my stomach trying my best to keep as much blood in my body as possible.  When I backed off for a little while holding my wound and keeping the blood inside me then I heard sirens.

I leaned against the wall and slid down as I sat there and laughed at her.  The panic in her face was priceless but my happiness didn’t last long as I soon passed out due to my blood loss.  For the longest time I couldn’t move nor could I still see anything around me.  It’s like I am the black market all over again.  Some thugs wouldn’t let up and they kept me up fighting for 3 days straight.  I became temporarily blind after that, mostly for getting blood in my eyes.  If I’m not careful I won't be able to use my eyesight permanently.  How annoying, why did that bitch have to go and attack me right when I had become a famous Idol and fulfilled my dream.  What am I even sitting on? It's so comfortable.  Oh, finally I can move.  I sat there crossing my legs resting my head on my knuckles as I used my index finger to tap my head.

I’m not in the hospital because I am sitting up and it smells like cake.  My hair feels like it’s longer as well.  Soft, yet silky, smooth but not overly so.  I figured as much though it didn’t seem possible to me.  It looks like I have either died and been reincarnated or I am dreaming right now.  I opened my eyes and looked around. I couldn’t see anything of course.  However, it seems like I am in a mansion of some sort.  I then got up from the chair and walked down the hallway.  The sound of boots walking across the floor and the flow of a cape has reached my ears.  Subtle noises are barely heard unless they are meant to be heard, and if you have many of them going at once it’s unavoidable to not listen to them.

Usually a mansion is hard to navigate without your sight because the place is so big, unless you're me.  Everytime I close my eyes for long periods of time I tend to lose my sight.  When you tend to travel through a city all day everyday without your sight and with no help you can easily figure out where to go within a mansion.  As I walked I heard a clicking down where my legs are at.  I then stopped and grabbed whatever was clicking.  Metal, as well as the shape of it, and what’s this? A trigger? Bang! Ah I see it’s a gun.  Well it won’t be of much use to me as of right now considering I am not in danger nor can I see.  Footsteps wait no running is more specific.  Judging by the sound they are heading my way.  8 no 10 people are coming my way.  How unusual I could’ve sworn I heard 11 footsteps all together has my hearing dampened?

“Young master, it’s not smart to play with firearms.”

A deep, calm, yet soothing voice came from behind me which made me turn around and point the gun to his head.  Right when I was about to pull the trigger the gun was gone from my hand and he was behind me.  Wait a minute, young master?  The words young master are for nobles or those with a lot of money who have hired servants.  Wherever I am I must have a lot of money or I must be a noble of some sort.  Are you fucking kidding me?  I don’t want any servants nor do I wanna be rich.  I only became an idol so I could fulfill my dream.  Now I have to deal with servants who rely on me to give them orders?  I would rather get stabbed again.  A familiar smell fills my nose and it’s right in front of me.

“Young master, are you alright?”

“I am fine, but do tell me why you smell like a rotting corpse.”

The servant stayed silent and he sniffed himself.  I could feel his cold glare as he then cleared his throat.

“That is none of your concern young master.”

“Secretive aren’t we?  Very well I could care less. Anyways, judging as to how you were able to get past my senses, you can tell I’m not from here can you?”

I don’t even have to see the guy to tell that he is unable to show or express any emotion.  His voice gave that way instantly.

“Indeed I do, young master.” 

“Quit calling me that.”

“Then how should I address you?”

“Lumire, just Lumire.  Understood?”

“But of course.”

I stood there with a smirk on my face.  I won this battle.  Right when our conversation ended the other people finally made it to me.  Right when one of them was about to say something I heard the subtle sound of the other person grabbing their shoulder to stop them from doing so.  They’re scared but it’s because of me it’s simply due to the person right next to me.  I then dismissed everyone with just a wave of my hand and they quietly left.

“So tell me as to why I am here.”

“You are here to not only help us but help someone as well.”

“So I died to just help people?”

“The primordial one has given me a message to tell you that you indeed are not dead.”

“Then why am I here?”

“I have already told you.  However, though you are not dead you are in coma due to your blood loss.”

“Just how do you know that?”

“The primordial one has given me the details as to how you came here and what happened back at your house.  He has told me to inform you that your body will not age while you are here and that he will use his powers to keep you alive during your coma.”

“So I’m in a coma? You expect me to believe that I am not dreaming?”

“Of course not.”

“Good, but how do I wake up?”

“By solving the problem within the nation of Freedom and Torment.”