Chapter One

You're a protector. You seem to always find something...or someone to look after.
You have set and specific goals in mind after you got hit by a truck and found yourself in Vestroia...wtf right?
What is your main objective? It's pretty dumb but I'm not going to tell you so...

Aye man idk what I'm doing alright. I just decided to write this shit at 3am and here we all are...its kinda like a crackfic...where you get to watch my sanity slowly deteriorate.

Not the rewrite of the other book. This an entirely new story. Any way this bitch is out, 3am writting is not a good idea...peace