Protector

"Who-who the hell are you?!" I repeated, my voice quivered. I had no idea who this man was, and as I glanced around, I realized I had no clue where I was either. Panic surged within me. "What's happening? Who did this?"

I clutched the white sheet closer to my chest, my fingers desperately were trying to hold onto it, shielding my body from exposure. "Don't stay silent! Who are you?" My throat felt dry, and my voice cracked slightly as a feeble squeak escaped.

The man continued to stare at me, his eyes looked like a bloodshot, something out of a werewolf movie, his long dark hair seemingly was melding with the sheets in an eerie manner. "Magic? Don't be ridiculous," I thought.

"uoy tectedorp ereh I, aniieR," he muttered, the words felt forced and bizarre.

"What even is that?" My eyes widened, and I shook my head in confusion. Was he on drugs?

"uoy tectedorp ereh I, aniieR," he repeated himself, raising his voice, straining as if trying to convey something important.

He didn't appear a