Zaen slowly opened his eyes again. At the rate, he kept getting injured, he felt it would be a good decision to establish some sort of medical facility exclusively to heal him. He was being bedridden way too often, almost every time he went out to do something he ended up hugging a bed.
As his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit damp room, he started looking around. An aromatic smell was spread across the room. He found himself surrounded by dozen upon dozens of incense sticks. Whatever minimum light there was in the dark room was due to the burning tip of these sticks.
It took a couple of seconds for Zaen's memories to return, and as they did, he jumped up landed on his feet. Only to regret moving so quickly. He groaned in pain and fell back on the bed. Almost half of his body had been strapped around with weird green bandages which seemed to be slowly soothing his pain. While looking at the other half reminded him of the days he was bullied in school.
