It was already the next morning when Dante regained consciousness. He looked around in the strange surroundings, trying to figure out where he was.
His eyes were set on the ceiling-mounted yellow round light that illuminated the room faintly. Heavy brown curtains across the bed blocked the view of the outside world. The room was small and devoid of any decorative items. There was only one sofa by the curtain.
It didn't look like a hospital room.
'How did I end up here?'
He tried to recall what had happened to him. When he moved, a gut-wrenching pain shot from his arm to his back.
"Ugh…" he groaned and squeezed his arm. Only then did he notice the gauze wrapping around his arm, recalling the frightening incident. The sound of gunshots rang in the back of his head, and his face turned pale. The last thing he saw before passing out was several red dots on his chest.
