Morning 7 AM. Earth.
A humble one-story, small house right on the borders of Goldfield Ghost town. The Elysian city-state of Phoenix.
Eren opened his eyes and felt puzzled.
Something was amiss. He felt puzzled because this was not his room. He felt like he had been brought to an unknown place.
'Was I drunk last night?'
Eren shook his head and sat upright on the bed.
'Naah. The hangover would have been much worse than just a sore back.'
Eren thought to himself as he stretched his arms. The bed he had slept on last night was as stiff as a rock. However, his strained back could be fixed by channeling his mana throughout his body. So it wasn't something to mull over.
Eren looked around himself. He had slept on an oddly placed bed in the middle of an oddly shaped room. There were a bunch of unpacked boxes lying around the bed.
