Dionysus Dausel' Point Of View
When I woke up, it's already dark and I am in my room. My head is still aching, though not as painful as earlier. I roam my gaze around the room, looking for a certain person but there's no evidence of her here. The four corners of this room are silent, only the sound of my breathing can be heard.
I try to stand and luckily, I manage, though I feel weak and in need of strength. I need to eat. I wonder what does Stella has for tonight. Well, as she is my relative, I don't address her as my nurse when we're alone. She is six years older than me though, while Daniel is eleven years older than me, he's already thirty-one.
There is a note written from a ripped page of one of my notebooks, and I recognize Zhanaia's penmanship. I reach for it and it
