Tristan Fauxier woke up with a heavy head pounding, and giving him desperate pains. As he stood, he held it as if it was going to be detached out of his body if it wasn’t going to be supported. Slowly, he opened his eyes to look where he was right now. Because, as soon as he woke up, it seemed that he had forgotten where he was, right now.
He had remembered then, that he was inside a white, enclosed room, when he saw the surroundings. It was the same room he had seen before he fell asleep when sleeping gas substances swirled and suffocated the room. It was still the room. Yes, it was. But the only difference that it has, is the door that is found adjacent to the direction where his bed was.
Unlike before he fell asleep, the door wasn’t locked anymore. It was widely opened. Glaring at h
