The room was dimly lit even with the light from outside coming in. Misery, AP, Tunder and Armonia stood there like statues, stupefied and confused, wondering if their eyes were playing a trick on them.
As the two men related to the girl on the bed - could they even call her that? - were roaring in despair, the four young men were just utterly confused.
Well from their perspective, what they could see was a bleak room with a small and frail wooden bed with a single mattress that could hardly be called comfortable. Perhaps it might have been thick at one point in the past, but years of being laid in had compressed it.
There were some brown quilts covering the figure in the bed that looked like they had been washed only last week. However, if they knew that this was a result of Austin forcing maids to do it, they would be flabbergasted.
Then, there was the figure in the bed.
