A Festivals Happy End

Waking up, I was once again greeted by the sight of another familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling.

'How many times am I going to repeat this same process?' I mused a wry smile tugging at my lips.

At the rate I was going, I'd probably end up memorizing all the different ceilings of all the different beds I'd rested on.

Shaking off my thoughts, I slowly rose from the bed and looked around the room.

The familiar white walls and the white and blue interior design made it clear that I was in the academy infirmary.

The last time I was here was at the end of the first scenario, after the first terrorist attack on the academy.

Thinking back on it, it was quite ironic. I had gained strength and power, yet I seemed to be more injured now than I was back then.