Pain.
The whole body seemed to have been dismantled and reassembled, especially the head, which was buzzing, as if someone had set up a decoration team inside.
I tried to open my eyes, and what I saw was a gray tent ceiling with cobwebs hanging on it.
What the hell?
I struggled to sit up and looked around. A dilapidated wooden bed, a table with missing legs, moldy bedding piled in the corner, and a damp and rotten smell filled the air.
Where is this?
My last memory is working overtime at the company until three in the morning. After fighting the last idiot Party A, I fell asleep on the table.
Then...
And then that's it?
