Shiva slowly opened his eyes. His vision was still hazy and his mind was in disarray.
The plain white ceiling was visible for him to see, his mind was completely blank just like the plain ceiling, he dumbly stared at the white ceiling for a minute before getting a grasp of the situation.
"Ah…!" The memories of the fight slowly came back along with the pain all over his body.
It was feeling as if countless ants were stinging him at the same time. He didn't felt when he was fighting due to the excitement but now that he was lying on the bed, every part of his body was aching like hell.
After managing t0 endure the pain, he looked aside as someone he didn't expect was sitting there with his arms crossed.
A man in a clown mask was sitting with his arms crossed.
Gasp!
Shiva almost lost his consciousness seeing this weirdo again.
