บท 66: 66. Bespectacled Beauty

Tristan felt his consciousness float in deep darkness until a certain light exuding warmth appeared. In truth, he had only been aware of the darkness when the light arrived.

His eyes parted, and they fell on a white ceiling.

"I'm tired of going through this over and over," he muttered, grunting in mental exhaustion.

It took him a couple of seconds, however, to realize he wasn't in one of those facility rooms. This place resembled a more casual location. Like a real bedroom.

It was!

Sitting up, he noted how normal he felt. Everything worked perfectly. Needless to say, he felt glad. His eyes flashed with images of the last time he was conscious, and he winced.

"They said they would let me die," he clicked his tongue sweeping his gaze on the room.

Currently, he sat on one of the; if not the best beds he had slept on since he arose from the ocean. Featuring white sheets it very much stood out in that orange-painted room.