[The 3rd Lobby.]
I woke up. I could see from both eyes, and it felt like I was on something hard…hmmm. It's not numb anymore.
I can feel again…this is not marble.
This is wood…
The feeling of my throat being cut apart has disappeared, my blood leaking out from my body as well.
I…can feel my arm…?
My left arm…
Where am I?
"Ugh…"
With a pained groan, I stood up and took in the surroundings.
It…was a simple wooden room.
The room's walls are adorned with a strange light, honey-colored paneling which showcases the beauty of the natural wood grain, the planks that make the floor are seamlessly and tightly nailed to one another, providing a smooth but rigid surface to walk on.
A small table is situated in the center of the room. Small cushions accompany it.
Above, a gently curved wooden ceiling arches gracefully, adding a sense of depth and airiness to the space. Wooden beams, polished to a soft sheen…wait.
