A wave of pain awakened the Foxnor descendant, and the lab's faint illumination immediately attacked his drowsy eyes, forcing him to squint and attempt to rub them.
Nevertheless, moving the arms triggered another wave of pain. The descendant could only grunt, peeking at his torso and finding clean bandages. Someone had changed them while he was asleep, but his injuries still needed care.
The descendant sighed, looking to his right to check his bedside table. The previous day, he had found a tray with food, and a sad smile appeared on his face when he saw a new meal. His family wasn't there, but someone was still taking care of him.
The man was about to reach for the tray when his mind noticed another detail. He had already spent one night in the lab, but the environment felt brighter now. Moreover, he felt slightly uncomfortable and alert. He was on edge, and an explanation for that odd sensation soon arrived.
