It was dark. And cold. AM I DEAD?
NO, I am not dead. I am the best star in the world. Losing myself is like losing a legend.
So, with all my might, I opened my eyes and saw an eye-pleasing room. It was brown and white and the ventilation was quite good.
"It seems that you're awake, miss," he said, and I turned my head to him. I felt a lump in my throat and was thus unable to speak for quite a while. That's why I remained silent with all the questions on my mind.
"I shall bring you water," he said politely. Because my strength is limited, I wasn't able to see his face. But I know that voice.
"Here," he said, this time, I'm able to sit down.
I'm still alive. Hah. If you're really bad, you won't die easily. I guess that turns in my favor.
What happened earlier? The last thing I remembe
