“I don’t know who I am.” The foreign man appeared unaffected by the philosophizing comment, resting by the fire. He bit into a reddish jerky, and replied calmly. “You are whatever you’d die for.” I sat back on the craggy rocks of our camp, and paused before responding. “What if I’m already dead?” The man smiled, unnerving for a warrior with weapons strapped to his dark skin, wielding magic I can’t begin to challenge. “Then,” he said, curling his hand through the flames.  “Find a reason to live.” [Your Eyes are Closed] Eyes Wide Open is a medium-paced, weak-to-strong, LitRPG focused on exploring the [System], [Emotion], and [Revolution]. This is my first public story. Please be kind. [Keep them Open] Although this is tagged Sensitive Content (and believe in the [Titans] me, this is well, well warranted), there will be a decent amount of non-action writing peppered in the later chapters. If you’ve come for a harem-building protagonist, a perfectly rational and righteous hero, or perpetual triumph, you’ve come to the wrong place. [Wide Open.]