Athan opened his eyes, of who knew how much strength he mustered from the heaviness that was on it.
However, what bore to him was darkness.
It wasn't pitch-black as his gaze landed on his body, bare and naked.
His back had such comfort among the red satin sheet—such a soft fabric that cradled him.
Though it was weird, he knew he was lying down on it, yet his body refused to get up.
With gritted teeth, he pushed forth, but the invisible weight dragged him.
The more he put such force, the more it resisted.
His chest rose and fell quickly with every deep breath he took; he couldn't help but submit himself from the coziness of the sheet he provided.
But after such a sensation he had, a question popped into his mind.
'...Where the hell am I—?'
He grunted when the sudden surge of heat crept every inch of his skin.
