Opening his sticky and heavy eyelids, Hans caught a glimpse of the white blinding ceiling.
He immediately squeezed them once again and raised his arm to defend himself from the light.
It felt surreal, his body barely felt anything, as if all his senses had been numbed…
'What?! Where am I?…
I was fighting the crimson lady when…'
Hans tried to recall what happened, and Emma's face appeared in his head.
'That's right! Emma… she must've saved me…. Otherwise, I would probably be dead'
As Hans got off the bed, the little white towel covering his intimate parts fell to the ground, leaving him naked inside the room.
He watched his surroundings cautiously as he barely opened his eyes.
Something immediately caught his eyes, and a question couldn't help but arise in his head:
'But if it was Emma who saved me then… who the hell is this?'
Hans watched the woman in front of him with emotionless eyes….
