Tristan woke up having headache pumping and pressuring through his veins. He was a bit drowsy as he opened his eyes, looking for some familiar things in the current place where he found himself awake.
He was lying on a soft-cushioned bed. The bed cover, and even the pillows are all in the color of white. He looked at the walls, and noticed that it was the same color of the pillows and bed.
He stood up. Holding his heavy head, he carefully stood up, to check furtherly of other things that can be found in this place. He noticed that he was on a small room—it wasn’t as small as the quarter that he have been staying, because it seemed that five or more people can fit into the room’s size.
Every corner has a plain-white surrounding. Even the ceiling, it was colored white. Perhaps what thing
