Ethan Askary groaned softly and opened his eyes.
He frowned and glanced around. This place was unfamiliar to him. Everything is dominated by white. But, this strange place didn't give Ethan a dangerous feeling. He actually felt comfortable and peaceful. The man stood up and started walking. Even though Ethan had gone far, he still couldn't find the exit or find his family and other people.
"Am I dead?" Ethan muttered. The man stopped walking and looked down. He chuckled and took a deep breath, then rubbed his face with both hands. "Dammit! I don't want to die yet. I haven't even married Isabel, haven't had children with Isabel, and haven't made that woman happy. Why, Goddess? Why should I die? Can't I get revenge on that bastard Crown Prince?"
