Dead ways

And then he woke up.

"You know me, but I don't know you. Now why is that"

"what?"

"the last twenty or so people in Gielenor should know each other. For you, that may be the case, but I'm the outsider in this affair, now tell me your name."

Bryant opened his eyes to be surprised by a man wearing a mask's face. Not five centimetres away from his own.

"What are you talking about, last twenty people... my names Bryant, now please go back to where you came from..."

"If I was to go back there I would be murdered. I would then come back as one of the undead to hang you with your own internal digestive tracts. For the sake of us both, I'm not going back to where I came from. So Bryant... where does that name come from...?"

"Ughh I'm not sure... I think my father was half Fremm or something... Wait, you said I knew you. You lie."

At this, the masked man picked up a plank of wood, and as he smashed Bryany on the head with it, he whispered, "you should know..."

ALL I COULD BE BOTHERED TO RIGHT FOR NOW