In the early morning, the sun was still hidden by the rain clouds, the storm was still raging, this could already be considered a natural disaster, but for a certain human, it didn't matter much. Emery woke up from his deep sleep. Fortunately, he felt a lot more energized even though the day before had been very confusing and tiring, as he had had little sleep.
His memory was a little fuzzy, he felt like he had to remember something, but whatever it was kept slipping through his mind and disappearing like mist that meets the sun's rays.
However, he felt too energized and felt a little feverish, he who looked stunned around his room that was still being lit by the abbey's crappy magic lighting items... Only it didn't look like the room that he was originally staying in.
"Are you okay?" a soft, masculine voice sounded beside him. Soon a slender and soft hand touched his forehead spreading his short red hair that was messed up.
