At first, I thought I was dreaming. After all, dead people were supposed to stay dead. That was common sense.
Yet after what felt like an eternity of darkness, I suddenly became aware of my surroundings. What came first was sensation. I felt weak, numb, strange, as though my body did not belong to me and I could only think.
The process was painfully slow, but eventually, I managed to open my eyes. My thoughts felt sluggish. The first thing that greeted me was an unfamiliar ceiling, unfamiliar yet strangely familiar at the same time.
I had never been here before. I was certain of that much, since most ceilings in the capital were very high up, and this one was much lower than any I was used to. However, the style reminded me of someone. It reminded me of Sir Mic…
Click. Suddenly, the sound of a door opening echoed. I tried turning my head, but the effort felt enormous.
