Waking up with a headache sharp enough to pierce the skull, Haruki propped himself up into the bed and sat there struggling to get his eyes open. Feeling a throbbing sensation in his cranium, he felt as though a wagon had run over his skull. Thankfully, however, the hurt didn't last long as Asmodia's passive abilities began healing his body by absorbing the hurt.
Finally getting his eyes open, he found himself in an unfamiliar dainty room. Glancing at the windows he noticed heaps of dust floating through the light creeping inside the unkempt room.
"Where the hell is this place?" He muttered before getting himself back on his feet.
The moment he stood up, something coarse caught up in his throat. Like a ball of steel scraps, it scraped his organs from within. Getting lightheaded from the sudden assault of pain, Haruki grabbed onto the bedside table and broke into a fit of coughs that went on for an uncomfortably long time.
