His eyes snapping open, Cain gradually came back to life.
He needed a few minutes to come back to come back, as his mind, and thoughts had died alongside his body. It would take a few minutes for him to get himself back. Especially after passing through the horrific experiences entrapped within the Levónt.
Shaking his head to dispell the fog, Cain slowly sat up.
This wasn't the first, or even second time he hsd found himself waking up in an unfamiliar environment, so he wasn't fazed at all.
A small, barely furnished room.
In the room was the bed he was currently laying up on, a side cabinet that was covered in dried up blood, and a set of curtains covering the only window on the room.
There was also a wardrobe beside the bed.
Cain was curious. Would there be clothes within it for him to wear.
Taking his sweet time, he calmly got off the bed. Wincing, he placed his hand on his carefully bandaged side.
