So here's the thing.
I died. That part's pretty simple, actually. One minute I was doing whatever it is I was doing—the memory's fuzzy now, and honestly it's been fuzzy since I woke up, which is either a mercy or a very specific kind of horror depending on how you look at it—and the next minute the sky was full of yellow eyes and my world's heart was being ripped screaming out of the planet's core by a swarm of Shadows the size of cities. That was it. That was the whole apocalypse. No warning, no chosen hero, no last-minute Keyblade wielder showing up to save the day. Just Darkness, and then nothing, and then more Darkness, and then—
—me. Waking up. In a white hallway. In a body that is not mine.
I am a Dusk.
I died. That part's pretty simple, actually. One minute I was doing whatever it is I was doing—the memory's fuzzy now, and honestly it's been fuzzy since I woke up, which is either a mercy or a very specific kind of horror depending on how you look at it—and the next minute the sky was full of yellow eyes and my world's heart was being ripped screaming out of the planet's core by a swarm of Shadows the size of cities. That was it. That was the whole apocalypse. No warning, no chosen hero, no last-minute Keyblade wielder showing up to save the day. Just Darkness, and then nothing, and then more Darkness, and then—
—me. Waking up. In a white hallway. In a body that is not mine.
I am a Dusk.