It was a day like any other in a big city—bustling streets, filled cubicles, nothing out of the ordinary anywhere. In a standard-sized office, a man was casually scrolling through an email his co-worker had sent him. He looked at the clock and sighed, seeing how much time was left in the day. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hoping it would take his mind off things. When he opened them, a blinding light robbed him of his vision. Silence replaced the muffled talking from the nearby cubicles, leaving behind an eerie, unnerving feeling.
As his eyes finally adjusted, he saw a ceiling. Realizing he was lying down, the man looked around, trying to get an inkling of what was happening.
POV: Leon(I don't plan to have many POV changes—just decided to include this one specifically.)
I looked at my small body, my mind blanking on how I was supposed to react. It was weird, but my mind didn't feel clouded, as if I were in a dream. I couldn't just deny that this was reality. Instead of aimlessly staring at my arm, I decided to look around the room for any clues about my situation.
It was a rather large room, fully furnished, with a king+ sized bed near the crib I was lying in. The only thing that gave me any information, despite how small it was, was a painting on the wall—depicting a worn, middle-aged man trying to present himself in a better light than he truly was, and a child in a crib beside him. As I gazed at the presumed portrait of me and my father, the door creaked open, and a classic older butler walked in and greeted me.
"Good morning, young master. I hope you slept well."
I replied with a "Good morning," hoping the simplicity of my words would seem normal. He stared at me briefly before faintly smiling and approaching the crib.
"Well, that's a surprise,"he said, picking me up and placing me on the changing table beside the crib.
Internally, I was very nervous but tried to stay calm so I could pass it off as a child simply learning from their surroundings. He swiftly changed me—so fast I didn't even have time to feel embarrassed. He then dressed me in a clean but casual outfit and carried me out of the room.
The halls were massive, with a cathedral-like ceiling and many doors lining the walls. As we walked, we passed maids who greeted me sweetly and promptly returned to their tasks. We reached the end of the hallway, which branched into a ginormous grand hall the size of a large house, adorned with things that could only be considered priceless—or too expensive for most to even imagine affording.
As I looked around in awe, the butler led me through the center door of the grand hall into a dining room just as luxurious as the rest of the house. He sat me down in a child's seat at the head of the table.
I was fed by a lovely maid who devoted herself entirely to the task, despite its seeming unimportance. As I sat there eating, I tried to piece together my situation. I could only come to one conclusion: I was the sole heir to a very wealthy family with dead parents—something like Bruce Wayne, but not really, since I was a baby and vengeance wasn't part of my story.
So, I decided to do what I could—live a life of luxury until I learned enough about my situation and what would be necessary for the future.
(wont lie I typed this up and put it into chat gpt to format and correct it so it should be the best form of what I could make)
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