In an unknown place.
"…Was that a dream?"
The figure pushed himself upright from the bed. His hand pressed against his forehead as if trying to steady something that refused to settle.
"No…" he muttered, eyes narrowing slightly. "That wasn't just a dream. It felt different."
He swung his legs off the bed and stood, pacing once before stopping near the window. The faint light outside did little to ground him. His mind was still replaying fragments of the voices, pressure, that strange sense of being somewhere beyond reach.
"A Quest…" he said under his breath.
The moment he accepted that possibility, the confusion in his expression began to fade. Slowly, it twisted into something sharper. His lips curled upward.
"He sure made a fool of us by saying that he was from the future," he muttered, letting out a quiet chuckle.
He leaned against the wall, tilting his head slightly as if addressing someone who wasn't there.
