Alden blinked as his eyelids fluttered open.
He inwardly groaned, the cold sensation of being stabbed in the back still lingering within his mind.
He cursed.
A damp smell invaded his nostrils. Alden couldn't help but notice how heavy it was.
…The stale air was not pleasant.
He coughed.
Shaking off his disorientation, Alden sat up and tried to inspect his surroundings in the third scenario. The first two had been rough - a small part of him now hoped this one would be different.
He sighed and dashed his own hopes a moment later.
'It'll be foolish to assume things will change for the better just because I want them to.'
The young man found himself inside a spartan room. Only an old, dusty wardrobe and a small bed occupied its expanse. Trying not to cough, Alden could see dust floating through the air with his naked eye.
…Such was the state of neglect he found this room in.
