[Ludovico]

Oliver let out a heavy sigh, nothing felt broken that was the important thing. Not only that but the sucking feeling against his stomach had stopped. He groped around the ground for his belongings first finding his glasses and then his fingers felt the familiar canvas of his satchel. He had hopped that his eyes were deceiving him but even with his glasses fixed he felt like he was in an insane asylum with out the padded walls, drowning in a sea of white. When the voice spoke to him, he jumped pulling his satchel to his chest to act as a shield between what ever had called out to him. Frantic eyes searched the void but found nothing. “Whoo ar-are you?” He stammered but more to the point he asked aloud, his voice finding more firmness. “Where am I?”