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Danny Motta is a well-known YouTuber. This is thanks to his reaction and commentary videos along with his other channel, Honestly Brutal, where he talks about his opinion on video games and a few other things.
But outside of that, Danny is a person who needs his breaks after a long day's work of straining out his voice and watching shows that his viewers suggest to him.
Danny is sitting in his gaming chair, looking over some messages on his computer that he received from his friend about what they should do next for the podcast.
He read it over when, suddenly, he felt really tired for some reason. So, he grabbed his cup of coffee and took a sip, getting the little jolt of energy he needed and continued reading. As he’s reading, a transparent figure manifests into existence and walks over to Danny, standing behind him.
The figure slowly becomes visible, revealing a tall man, his height accentuated by the fact Danny is sitting down. His long obsidian hair flows down the shoulders of his white robes, which are embroidered with golden dragons all over.
The man’s hand becomes tangible and moves to softly touch Danny's head as he peers down at the younger man. Danny feels someone touch his head, but he doesn’t have enough time to react as he hears someone whisper, “Sleep.” and feels his eyes grow heavy.
But a thought lingers in his head as he loses consciousness, That voice sounds familiar…
The figure looks down at the sleeping man and places a hand on the other man's back, coaxing out his spirit. He holds the other man’s spirit close against his chest and picks up the now soulless body before returning to his original, invisible state.