RAFFAELO POV.
DING! DING!! DING!!! With a sudden thrust of my body, I leapt out of my bed, summoning my weapon, and crashed onto the ground, causing a slight and sudden quake that shuddered through the walls.
"Raph! Damn it!"
"Quit it already!"
"It's the fucking 7th day already, Asshole!"
"You're doing this shit purposely, Aren't you!"
The loud protests of my neighbors echoed through the walls of my room, and it snapped me back to reality.
'Hah, shit, this sensation again'. I thought with a sigh. I had long since left the battlefield, but for some reason, the loud bells that reverberated through the whole Hostel always sent me on edge.
'PTSD?' I thought, with a sigh, dismissing my sword and sitting back on the small-sized single bed, as the magical lamps turned on by themselves.
"Sorry about that!" I cried out with a chuckle.
