"...Hmm."
Si Anke woke from his coma, feeling intense pain all over his body...
It was a pain he found somewhat familiar.
... It was like the feeling the morning after someone had put a sack over his head and beaten him up.
"Unbelievable, is it really this realistic..."
Si Anke grimaced as he struggled to get up from the ground.
He realized he was in a dark alley, lying in a corner.
The thin sweater he was wearing was somewhat torn—it had been soaked in dirty water once and now looked quite dirty and messy. Not only did he have no weapons on him... he had absolutely nothing on him, completely clean.
If it weren't for the rough make of his clothes, Si Anke might even suspect that he had been thrown out for not having played the game for a long time and been beaten up by his sister.
"...Not even starting equipment?"
Si Anke muttered to himself as he wobbily rose from the ground, beginning to realize something: "I guess I've been... beaten up, right? Is my health not full?"
