Where am I?

I should ask the dude with me, but I just don't care. I look down at my gray outfit. There's a jacket or hoodie of some kind. I don't remember that. It's cold here. I should put it on, but that's too much effort.

My back hurts, and I feel like I should move, but why would I? Where I am is fine.

That dude's looking at me like he knows something. I don't care what he knows.

Another dude walks in, and his face is half scaly. He's kinda familiar, but why would I know him? I don't care enough to ask. I'm just tired.

"Patton, so awful to see you."

He looks like he's talking to me, but who's Patton?

"Who?"

"Oh, yessss the effect of the mirror. What is your name?"

I almost respond, but talking is too much effort, and I don't care about or remember a name.

He smiles at me. "Tell me, or I will slap you."

I'm not scared of him. I really don't care if he slaps me.

He sighs. I suppose I was supposed to believe that, but I didn't. Everything is numb.

"What is your trait?"

I swallow. I don't care, but he seems to. "Apathy?"

"Ooh, we're going to have ssssso much fun!"

I don't care. I'm just tired. I close my eyes. Sleep comes easily.

"Wake up!!!!"

"Mmmm"

I blink my eyes open. He seems mad. Oh well. I close my eyes again.

Sleep. Sleep is nice. Not good, just nice.

"Well, you're no fun."