Zane woke up with a massive headache, he gritted his teeth as he groaned, sitting up on the bed. "Atlas. lights."
The bulb switched on and he closed his eyes at the glaring lights. Too bright, he hid his head in the pillows, "Atlas. Invalid mode."
The lights dimmed and the temperature in the room got warmer. Zane sat up and through hazy eyes, he could see a headache potion by the bedside table. He took it, downing it in one good.
The headache faded, allowing him to think a bit clearer. But his eyes still felt blurry and his legs felt a little cold. He looked at the vial, it looked familiar and his eyes widened.
Ronan, his cousin. That day he had given him a headache potion, the vial looked exactly like this. The stopper was completely identical. How on earth did his cousin enter his room? What...
Answering his call, the memories of last night came rushing into his mind.
"I can not tell anyone about him."
