An unfamiliar ceiling filled my vision.
I woke up somewhere I didn't recognize.
"…Where am I?"
Although my eyes were open, my thoughts lagged behind, wrapped in a thick, heavy fog. I couldn't grasp the situation at all. All I could do was blink as I stared at the plain white ceiling above me—no patterns, no decorations, just emptiness.
Then a voice came from beside me.
"You're awake?"
Slowly, I turned my head toward the sound.
Through my blurred vision, I saw Anna sitting next to the bed, wearing a gentle, relieved smile.
As if that smile grounded me slightly, I forced my aching brain to work and asked,
"Where… am I?"
"Here?" she said lightly. "My room."
…What?
The moment those words reached me, the fog in my head evaporated all at once.
My room?
No—her room?
Why was I lying in Anna's room of all places?
Startled, I instinctively tried to sit up.
"Argh—!"
