Drawing in a sharp breath, Dante jumped up into a seating position. Panting, his eyes darted around the room as he tried to figure out where he was. Soon enough, his gaze landed on the naked body of the gorgeous woman lying beside him. He whipped his head to the right and found himself looking at a younger version of the same woman. Memories of the previous night flooded his mind, and a sigh of relief escaped him.
[Good morning, Dante.]
'Good morning.' He replied.
Getting off the bed, he stretched his bionic limbs then walked over to the window, pulling aside the curtain. Warm sunlight flooded the room, and with it came a gust of fresh air carrying a salty scent. Breathing in, Dante turned his sight to the blue ocean and let the waves steal his attention with their gentle movements.
[Your mood seems to have improved since yesterday.] Volcan remarked.
'Well, I guess you could say that.'
