"Ughh."
"I so much hate this."
Inside an extremely simplistic room that contained nothing more than a bed, wardrobe, desk, and a chair, was a teenager who groaned as he struggled to sit up on the bed.
The teenage male held his throbbing head, and his dual colored eyes, struggled to dispel the haze that was in his eyes.
A minute later, the throbbing headache of the teenage male ceased, and his light blue and deep violet colored eyes looked around.
"This…?"
The teenage male's dual colored eyes contained a confused light as he inspected the room he was in.
The more the teenage male observed the room, the more confused he got.
BANG!
"Onii-chan! Wake up!"
Corey trembled.
Not because of the loud sound of the door being slammed.
No!
It was due to the voice.
The unmistakeably familiar voice that he would never forget no matter what.
He slowly, very, very slowly turned to the door.
