Slowly Petra could feel his consciousness returning.
The surroundings were so dark and stuffy. Making it difficult for Petra's nose to breathe oxygen because the room in which he was was too narrow and seemed to have a lot of belongings. Also, his head throbbed with pain which the more he endured the more it became.
With his right hand, Petra tried to feel the part of his head that hurt and found traces of blood drying, making the hair on the back sticky and smell fishy with his blood.
Petra sighed slowly, trying to stay calm, and could only let go of her current state. In a dark, stuffy room, and who knows where he is now. If only a miracle could help Petra.
"Did Veronica do all this?" Petra sighed softly. Her throat felt dry, forcing Petra to stop talking to herself.
