Misha
As I slowly open my eyes, the rug's colorful pattern grabs my attention first. Its bright colors and twisting designs draw me in before I notice anything else around me.
"Did I call for you?!" King Lao shouts at the bodyguard, who I assume was the one who hit me over the head.
"No, Your Majesty." The guard answers hesitantly.
"Do you know who this is!?! Fool! You escort this idiot to the holding cell. I'll deal with him later." King Lao shouts.
I start to stand up as the bodyguards leave. Before I can fully stand, I stumble, almost falling. Gene catches me and helps me to my seat. As I sit up straight, I feel something warm trickle down the back of my head. I reach around and place my hand on a damp section of my hair. When I pull my hand in front of my face, I am met with a large amount of blood.
