Wysteria POV
The thick smells of iodine and alcohol made me nauseous.
I lay on the foreign bed, staring at the plain ceilings for hours. Trying to reminisce what had happened, but to no avail. My memory was a puddle of mess.
I finally got up, staring at the full moon through the window at the end of the room. There were at least eight more beds lining beside me, and they were all empty.
Faint traces of blood justified the place I am in right now.
An infirmary of some facility... I think.
No guards were guarding in the hallway in front of this room, but a bunch of them could be sensed lingering around the vicinity. Their ages and physique vary, but their demeanour are strikingly similar to a warrior's.
Bodies packed with solid muscles, and weapons adorned their back and waist, while
