The world before his eyes gradually became clear, and when Roger came to his senses again, he found himself sitting on the sofa in the living room of the Veronia villa.
There were three other people beside him.
"Is this real?"
"I actually escaped from that hellish place!"
Suddenly, a voice screaming at the top of its lungs came from upstairs.
"Ingmar, Ingmar, where are you?"
"Thud thud thud!"
"Thump!"
At the staircase, Veronia scrambled down, tumbling and rolling.
When she saw the four people collapsed in the living room, she could no longer control the emotions that had been building up inside her, and she threw herself into Ingmar's arms, crying loudly.
"Please, don't disappear, don't go away!"
"Tell me this is real, okay?"
"Don't worry."
Ingmar patted Veronia's shoulder.
"It's all over now."
"We're back."
No one knew how much time had passed in the real world, but outside the window, a ray of sunlight shone in, making everyone feel incredibly warm at this moment.