The moment Luke opened his eyes, he felt that something was off. He thought he might be dreaming. The room he was in was far too shabby, and the ceiling of rotten wood was so different from his home.

The room looked like a dormitory of medieval peasantry, something he only has seen on historical drama. The multiple beds were just simple and stacked near each other leaving very little personal space and no room to even walk in between. Lights coming from the bare windows indicating daytime.

The whole place smelled awful even worse than sewages. The bedsheets were of such awful quality and rough. Luke tried to pinch himself in an attempt to find logic and he felt a real sharp sensation on his face.And suddenly he collapses from pain all over his body.

As his mind scrambled he started to thinking about the day before.