Soon the blackness began to fade. I was surrounded by random people, like the ones in my room except that these people weren’t spirits that I could go straight through. They were solid beings.
“Hello, my name’s Isayak. Welcome to our mudcliff,” said a tall, lanky man coming out from the multiplying crowd.
“Your what?” I asked him.
“Our mudcliff. You do know what that is right?” In response I shook my head. Sighing he shook his head in disappointment.
“Who’s your teacher?” he asked.
“My teacher?” I asked, confused. ”What do you mean?”
“You know your twin brother or sister?”
“I don’t have a twin!”
“What do you mean? Every Makai has a twin”
“Well I don’t have a twin so therefore I mustn’t be a Makai or whatever it is you just said!”
“But if you’re not a Makai then there’s no way you would still be alive,” he told me.
“And how do you know this?”
“It happens sometimes. They get here, look around, then collapse and stop breathing.”
“Oh…So what exactly am I doing here?”
