Savior...

"So, u want to be their savior?", a shrill voice behind me inquired.

I turned back and looked straight into the eyes of a dark, old man. His hair was silver and skin wrinkled. A lean figure perfectly dressed in a white suit. His eyes were cold and hollow. It seemed he was looking through me.

I smiled and replied, "A lost man is no savior and I am merely an echo of my past, moving towards my extinction."