LazyVenerable

"On your feet, maggot!" a harsh and loud and mean voice jolted Sylas from his rather rough and uneven sleep. The voice was entirely unfamiliar, as was the sensation beneath his body. Though he wasn't particularly rich, he wasn't so poor either as to sleep on what felt like a cold, stone block. "Are you ignoring me, Recruit?! On your feet, before I toss you through the window!" the same voice roared again, forcing Sylas to pull his eyes open.

Master of the Loop

Fantasy · beddedOtaku