When the light pierced through the darkness and his blur vision adjusted to the light source, the white ceiling was the first thing that Roland saw. It took him several seconds to get rid of his dizziness and he felt increasingly weird as his vision became clearer.
"Where exactly is this?" thought Roland.
He suddenly sat up and noticed that he was actually sleeping in a modern-looking bedroom. He was sleeping in a soft bed with a table lamp and a box of napkins on one side and a maroon-colored wardrobe on the other side. The dazzling sun shone through the blinds and evenly poured on the mat and his arms, making him feel slightly warm.
"Damn! Is this fight not over yet?" Roland's sleepiness completely disappeared in a sudden.
He rolled off the bed and stretched out his hand to summon a gun for self-defense but his hand was still empty after several attempts.
His heart sank.
"Can it be... the rules of the battlefield have changed again?"
