Chapter 111: The Timid Coward

As seamlessly as it all vanished, his eyes opened as he found himself sitting in the corridor of the hotel–the one he knew fondly as he gasped out, clutching his throat as he coughed.

…What was that? Was it a dream? No…It felt so real. What did he mean by "visitor?" he questioned.

As he brought himself to his feet, his stomach rumbled, bringing it to his attention that he hadn't eaten the entire day, nor drank anything for that matter.

"...Right," he said to himself, "...Been so busy all day it didn't even occur to me."

He slowly marched down to the lobby, looking out to see members of Gangcheori still working on the makeshift barricade.

A feeling of guilt came over him for not being out there with them at the moment, but he knew he was more useful while well-rested than forcing himself to work, bringing himself into the kitchen as he looked for something quick and easy.