Ten minutes later, Alan quietly closed the door.
He looked sideways, but there was nothing strange going on. He expected to see a few customers panicking about his outburst or a bunch of guards flashing their swords at him.
Not knowing what to make of this, Alan went back to the room he came from and grabbed the vial.
His mind went back to the events that occurred. He had mercilessly beaten his oppressors. This was something he hadn't thought would ever happen.
Yet, with a single gulp of this vial, it was made possible, easily possible at that.
'Life is but a dream…..' repeated Alan.
He clenched his fist, 'I must get more of this. With this, no one can bother me ever again!'
Walking out of the room, he made his way to the receptionist, "Hi, I want to make an inquiry."
The female receptionist was shocked at the appearance of Alan, "Oh, it is you!"
"You recognize me?" asked Alan.
