Chapter 83 - At Death's Door

With a deep gasp to allow air into his lungs, Fausto quickly sits up like a zombie, devoid of color and life in his eyes. Slowly, he regained his consciousness back from wherever it went. To him, it felt as if he was swimming through a sea of darkness, not particularly made out of salt water but the ocean had a thicker consistency, more akin to the fabric of velour. The soft, velvet texture reminded Fausto of being wrapped up in a blanket after taking a hot shower on a cold day. It gave him the general feeling of being secured and kept warmth from outside harm, "Was that how it was to die?", thinks Fausto to himself, "It felt... oddly good." His body was really cold at first, much like his ghastly appearance but sure enough, his temperature reached back to normal along with his skin.