'Where the hell am I?'
Isera's thoughts lazily coursed through her mind, obstructed by the strange exhaustion, and tiredness that was clearly born out of the sleep she was slowly waking up from.
Sleep-induced exhaustion was not something the girl ever expected to experience, yet there it was, a half-tangible barrier that stopped her mind from working at its usual speed.
"She's waking up."
'What?'
Just by hearing someone's voice, Isera's entire switched to a battle mode.
But this oppressive mist of exhaustion was still there, not only blocking her thoughts but now, also her body.
'Where the hell am I? What the hell is going on?!'
Unable to move and struggling to think, Isera opted not to let whoever captured her know that she was alive and kicking.
Even if they pointed out between each other she was waking up, as long as she…
"Oh shit, hang on!"
'Huh?'
This sentence made no sense.
