"Argh," grunting to the striking pain that assaulted him even before he opens his eyes --probably due to the intense alcohol intake he drunk last night. Also, his aching body made it worse with only a thick duvet that covered him the whole night.
Massaging his temples, Alexander Han got up from the floor he slept.
"Argh..." Scanning across the room, he realizes he slept at the master's bedroom to which where Seraphina was staying. As reality struck him -- his mind malfunction. After all, that cruel woman owned this space for the meantime.
He hastily got up from his position and check himself in front of the mirror. Seeing there are no bruises nor evidence that she might have beaten him for invading his own room, he heaves a sigh of relief.
"At least she didn't kill me." he mutters. Looking around -- he couldn't find her.
He tried to remember the events that transpired last night yet he could only recover fragments of his memory.
