Oliver looks around the room, his hand on his quiver, which currently contained seventeen arrows. His hands itched to run out of this boring meeting Durand had arranged and kill a drake or two. But it was his duty as Third rank of the Council of the End, a special organization consisting of good healers, monster killers, and survivors.

Oliver is a survivor of an apocalypse people often call the End. He is a part of the Council of the End, an organization only available by invite. Their sole purpose is helping and protecting people during the End, which is what everyone calls the apocalypse.

The End started when a demon came to cast a curse on the world, allowing creatures such as drakes and avers, (a fox-like creature that has shape-shifting and possession-like abilities), to enter the world and cause havoc. Almost all fantasy creatures now run loose in the world because the demon's magic took inspiration from human writings.

His gaze lands on you, your pretty face focused on Durand's masked face. In the corner of his eye, he can see Clara, rank nine, looking at him again. He tries to ignore it and instead watches you pay attention to Durand's speech on how they could save more people.

As his mind is slowly filling with thoughts of you, Durand turns to face him, noticing the fact that he wasn't paying attention.

"Right, Mr. Thorn?" Durand says, crossing his arms. His deep brown eyes narrow from above the face mask he was wearing. "You seem to be awfully deep in thought. Mind sharing them?"

Clara giggles softly across the table, giving Oliver a playful look, as if they were friends. They were not. Clara was the most annoying girl he had ever met.