"Who are you?" I ask.

"My name is Han Yo." He answers.

His hand starts glowing. I feel this energy burst that is unlike anything I have ever felt before. It feels like the ocean surging through my veins. Like a sea forming around my core. He looks up at me. He pulls his hand back. I look down and I see the wound almost completely healed. He pulls me up.

"Look at you." He runs his hand down my chest. 

"You never told me where I am." I say looking around.

This place looks like some palace. There were jewels lining the walls. There're these curtains that screamed in gold.  There's this table that looked to be made of sky. He circles me. Is he... flaoting?

"I could've sworn you were dead when you washed up, bloody, on my isle." He says.

"What... is this place?" I ask.

"My home and now yours." He says.

I jump. I turn to him.

"What? Is that a joke?" I ask.

He lifts my head up and rises higher.

"Is it to you?" He asks.