Damn, did I die?
I was too overconfident and charged in blindly without watching my back, only to get taken out by a measly goblin.
Suddenly, I hear strange sounds like someone sobbing.
Wait, what the actual fuck? I'm not dead yet!
I try to feel a connection to my body and slowly, it feels as if my consciousness is settling back into it. I manage to open my eyes.
What appears before me is an old, worn-out cheap ceiling that looks like it's going to fall any second.
The walls are heavily scarred and peeling. When I look to the side, I see a familiar figure. It's none other than Tiriana, sitting in seiza posture beside me, sobbing.
Her hair is disheveled, and her face is rough from the dried tears staining her beautiful features.
What the hell?
Is my mother-in-law crying because of me? I turn my head and notice there's no one else in the room—just the two of us. I'm lying on a futon right now.
