The sound of rain woke me up.
It's not the gentle drizzle, it's the heavy rain that hits the tiles and pours in through the cracks in the broken windows. I opened my eyes, my vision was blurred as if there was a layer of dirty water, and the pain in the back of my head was about to explode - the pain was very familiar, it was the feeling before sudden death after working overtime all night.
Wrong.
I'm already dead.
My last memory is of three o'clock in the morning, working overtime for 48 consecutive hours, holding the fifth cup of coffee in my hand, and then a sharp pain in my chest, and blood on the keyboard. Then came the endless darkness, and now this broken place - dark, damp and moldy, with the smell of dust everywhere, and the hard wooden boards under me hurt my back.
"The host's vital signs have recovered. System binding is completed. Welcome to the Palace Mind Simulator."
A mechanical voice suddenly sounded in my mind, without any emotion or emotion. I sat up suddenly and hit something hard on the back of my head, which made me grimace in pain.
"Head impact detected, host is advised to pay attention to safety. System initialization... Initialization completed. Current functions: real-time crisis deduction, dialogue aftereffect prediction, target identity scan."
I raised my hand and touched my forehead. My hand was covered with sticky sweat and dirt. With the lightning coming from the window, I glanced at this room - no, this can't be called a room at all, this is a cell. The earthen walls on all sides were peeling off, the leaky roof was plugged with rags, and there were several broken bowls on the ground, containing incomprehensible residue.
Palace fight? Abandoned queen? Cold palace?
