Constantine didn't know how long he went through the agonizing pain of healing. It felt like forever yet he knew he recovered faster than usual. In the distance, he could feel that he was being taken care of by some people he couldn't see nor recognize by scent, but he could also smell a triggering scent. A scent that didn't belong among the shades.
Who was there?
When he could finally open his eyes, he looked around the foreign room. He sat up slowly, his body sore everywhere. A voice addressed him as soon as he caught a hint of that unusual scent.
"You are finally awake."
Constantine's head jerked in response to the noise, and he instantly turned to see.
A man with golden hair man sat in an armchair nearby the window. One leg was crossed over the other as he sat comfortably. His green eyes were vacantly fixed on him.
"Who are you?" Constantine asked.
