Nero opened his eyes and slowly looked around.
His mind was a haze, his shallow breathing echoing in his ears. His body felt warm and fuzzy, and yet exceptionally cold.
There was something familiar about this place.
He glanced forward.
Sitting in front of him was a strange person.
With an exceptionally strange and wide smile on their face.
This person was exceptionally handsome and beautiful, with golden locks of hair and magnetic bronze eyes that reflected his visage back into his own eyes.
Nero frowned.
He had no idea who this person was.
But he knew where he was. He was in his old room, back in Gor.
His frown deepened.
It all seemed so real.
"Who are you?" He began.
The entire situation was bizarre. But he remembered the process that had brought him here.
Lucy's ritual...
'Could this be...?'
The... person before him chuckled.
Much to Nero's surprise, their voice was deep and masculine despite the more effeminate look,
