Pain, uncertainty, and sadness were in his mind.
*Why is this happening? *
Bellerophon couldn't find a reason why.
After his starting joke, he invited the other four heroes to write their memories about the recent night.
This meeting itself was caused by the pain he felt after waking up one morning.
It was an apparently usual morning in Bellerophon's room.
Opening his eyes, he freed his arms from the pleasurable weight of the girls next to him.
He left the bed and appreciated for a couple of seconds the morning light… then he felt it.
The skin on his back stung, but no sign of any wound gave reason to his feeling.
Curious, he checked with the near mirror, but no trace was left.
He knew the brain could create a touch or itching sensation, but this was on another level.
Then he remembered while he thought about the possible weapon compatible with that pain.
*A whip…that bastard! *
