Aldana Candi sat on the bed, pinching her arm as if she had seen a ghost. A sharp pain came through, making her realize she wasn't dreaming.
Aldana remained sitting on the bed for a while, slowly reaching out to touch the black cloth over her eyes. When she found the bow, she finally couldn't help hesitating for a moment.
What is the current situation? Where is this place? It couldn't be a hospital; there's no smell of disinfectant in the air. Instead... instead, there's a faint floral fragrance. Early April in London, how could there be flowers?
Could this not be London?
To look, or not to look?
If what she sees is something she doesn't want to see, then it might be better not to look...
Aldana bit her lip, mentally preparing herself for a long time, and finally, mustering courage, she yanked off the black cloth covering her eyes.
