"....That was close."
Opening my eyes, I stood on the second floor of a torn-down building, staring through a shattered wall.
In the distance, I watched as the ground slowly began to recover. Gradually, everything returned to normal, almost as if nothing had happened.
It was then that I felt something press against my right shoulder.
"....."
When I turned to look, I saw that it was Owl-Mighty.
"Do you recognize this area?"
"No."
Owl-Mighty replied after a brief pause while its eyes lingered over the area where the hands had been.
Turning its head, Owl-Mighty hopped off my shoulder.
"You've been poisoned."
"....Hm? Did you just say poisoned?"
"Check your ankle."
I looked down at my ankle. The red print from the hand was still there, and it didn't seem to fade.
Outside of that, it didn't look particularly different, but I didn't take Owl-Mighty's words lightly.