Tristan groaned, regaining consciousness. His lips parted with his groan and he Immediately realized how dry his mouth felt. He tasted the insides of his mouth whilst remaining partially unconscious, before finally, his eyes gained clarity.
Tristan raised his head a bit, feeling like he had been thrust into a whirlwind, but had managed to survive. A whirlwind of beatings, that is. That cursed enforcer had been brutal.
He swept his gaze on his environment, but before he could go into details, fatigue washed over his consciousness and his very bones. He gasped, his head falling onto the pillow below him.
Tristan grunted trying to rub his face with his right palm, when he realized something significant.
'What is this?' he asked himself, managing to raise his head to stare at the black belts that strapped his limbs to the white bed.
He noticed how those belts featured strange shining blue symbols. He quickly understood what they were.
