Weylyn's POV
Weylyn awoke in his own bed.
Not again. He thought to himself. The blackouts had started a few months ago. He always woke up at home, with no memory of how he got there.
He looked out the window. There were fireworks flying in the distance. He immediately knew it was the Jester.
Several buildings had been set ablaze. Weylyn was shocked. The Jester was a maniac, but he had never done anything this bad before. It was usually a few killings here and there, but this was a massacre. Thousands would die.
Weylyn got up and ran to the building. He had to dodge falling debris, but he managed to get in. He went to the nearest room, where he heard the cries. Apartment 104. He ran in, and dragged the woman to safety, even though she had refused to leave the other woman in the room. That was me. Weylyn saved my life.
