My head hurts. I thought, sitting up on the bed before sighing at no one in particular. Closing my eyes, I sucked in a breath trying to calm the throbbing at the back of my head but nothing worked.
The room that I am in is full of clothes and pillows scattered all around the floors as I lay naked on the bed, the curtains around the bed covering me from view as empty bottles scattered all around the room.
"Not used to feeling pain on your head or something?" An annoying voice asked, walking into the room as I could hear every footstep he took, especially as he stepped against the things scattered on the floors. "Here you go."
"Of course I am," I said, indignant as I opened my eyes and took the cup with red liquid inside it. "What is this?"
"It's not poison." The brown-haired man said, walking past the clattering steel cups and picking one of the bottles up before talking a sip from it. "Oh? There is still some more."
