Two days had passed, and finally Augustya woke from a deep slumber. He didn't have a fever anymore but was still feeling sluggish. Moreover, he found himself lying on the bed with his hands and legs chained with handcuffs. He used his strength to break away from it but couldn't. It was like a past month when he had been strapped by a jacket.
Because of the darkness, he hardly saw anything, although his instinct told him he was in closed space. Moreover, Augustya felt lethargic, as well as the smell of medicine bursting in his nostrils.
"Ouchh!" He exclaimed as his head started throbbing. He swung his arm and manifested his gelatinous body as a key. But it was a fruitless attempt.
"Hello!" Having no choice, Augustya yelled as he felt claustrophobic, but nobody responded. "Sparrow, Dr.Heather, I don't like this sort of prank." To his surprise, nobody was there, as he couldn't smell their body fragrance.
"Morning, sunshine!" A pleasant voice echoed in his ears.
"Who?" He asked.
