After a very long time, Kiro opened his eyes. He couldn't see at first, his pupils were dark as the abyss he came from. They looked ready to devour weary travellers. He blinked rapidly, the vision started to come back to his eyes.
'What's happening, where am I?' He was disorientated, he couldn't tell where he was.
For a second, it felt like he was lying on his bed back home. He could feel the warmth in the atmosphere his home always brought him, poor as they were his parents made that little place a home for them.
He smelled his mother's cooking from where he was. He could even feel the texture of his bed, the stinking feet of his younger brother. He tried getting up because he was hungry, and the breakfast smelled really delicious.
