Her eyes twitched, and Iris felt unusually tired, as if she'd been subjected to a strenuous activity she didn't sign up for. The last time she felt this way was when she, Amelia, and Luca were stranded due to a snowstorm and had trouble returning to Caleren Town for days.
However, what differed now was that she wasn't dying from the cold. Instead, Iris felt warm and cozy, something she hadn't experienced in a long time.
When she opened her eyes, Iris couldn't recognize where she was. Everything seemed so vivid as she squinted slightly, trying to take in her whereabouts.
She raised her right hand, trying to protect her eyes from the light glaring right in front of her, but stilled immediately as soon as she noticed how slender and pale her hand was, so different from what she remembered.
"W-what—"
