The man groaned, he had fallen unconscious... for how long?
'I almost forgot... where am I?'
Checking up his leg, he noticed it to have already regenerated, but where there were supposed to be clothes, there was only ragged cloth and his blood, now dried, could only be seen as a dark patch on the smooth floor.
Totally unlike the maiden, he didn't pay attention to this detail; it slipped out of his mind unconsciously.
Staggering back up his gaze roamed the room, his own body, his own hands.
Everything is grey, with no colour whatsoever except for the distinctive shades between different tonalities of black and white.
No windows.
A sad world.
"How do I come out of here..."
His lonesome figure walked across the room, back and forth... it is a rather cosy place with architecture, unlike anything he had seen in the Mahogany Devilish City which sported a gothic attractiveness.
