"Uh... Hey" I said out, my voice echoing into the void.
It sounded strange, like it wasn't entirely mine.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly despite my attempt to sound brave.
The figure didn't respond, it head still tilted slightly.
For a moment, I thought the figure was fake or some type of illusion.
But it didn't seem like one, maybe it was a high Illusion magic or something else which was undetectable.
But then, it spoke.
"You may call me, Spectator," the figure slowly replied.
"Spectator?" I repeated, frowning. "What does that mean? Who are you? Where really are you!"
"I am right in front of you." Spectator said.
That didn't make any sense to me.
"Are you… a ghost? A spirit? What are you?"
"I am not a ghost, nor a spirit," the Spectator replied. "I am what is called, A Recorder."
"A Recorder?" I muttered, trying to wrap my head around the idea. "So, you're like… a historian, video creator or something?"
