[Warning: [Please don't read this chapter for someone with a faint heart]]
Waking up, I felt my head numb. "Serena, Livie?" I called both of them and am still waiting to hear back.
Without any reply, I look around the room. It had been a while since I had been here. Seven months was it? I had gone to my room before I had transmigrated.
What was I doing here? I pondered the thought of me being in this room. Looking around, nothing seems to have changed over my disappearance. Was I in a dream? This was the only logical conclusion that I could come up with.
My room was a small six-by-eight room. With only my bed, computer, and closet. I had always loved my room, never leaving it.
Back then, my interactions with anyone were at the bare minimum. I had always preferred being alone on the computer, waiting for myself to rot away.
