[Ludovico]

“Tch.” The voice would have to deal with Oliver's skepticism. “Stop calling me my lord.” he inched away from the thing that bowed before him. Its just a dream, you fell asleep in the library. He thought needing some sort of insane logic to cling to. Though a small part deep with in his subconscious admitted to never feeling self aware before. The smile crept him out even more. “Don't p-play with me.” Trembling hands searched his bag for a xacto knife, an artist greatest friend and weapon. This time he expected a decent answer from the thing. "Where am I?"