[center][h1]~ Chapter 2 ~[/h1]
[sub]An Impossible Meal[/sub][/center]

	Jenso awoke to a chandelier hanging over his head. His entire body ached. What happened? Where was he?

	"Finally, you're awake," a familiar voice called out to him. It was Bill, and this was his shop. It all came back as Jenso regained his consciousness. He had been stabbed by that Prisma fiend and left for dead. Why wasn't he dead? That wound should have killed him. "You're not normal, kid." Jenso would find that his shirt was hung up near the exit to Bill's basement, and his entire middle section was covered in clean bandages. "We only had to change those once," Bill said, gesturing towards the wrappings, "I can't believe you're still alive."

	Jenso was laying on a table in Bill's shop basement. He'd been down here before, when Bill showed him around the shop, or asked him to make a delivery. It was dark, and filled with boxes that contained a myriad of things from food to clothes. Bill patted Jenso's chest and huffed happily, his eyes damp from tears. "They're all dead, man. The rest of them are dead."