Ch. 62: Memories [7]

I blinked my eyes a few times and wrinkles appeared on my forehead.

"What the hell just happened?"

Since we shared the same age, I didn't think Damian would die; he and I were destined to die at the age of 12. But I wasn't sure either because I had no idea if that world was aligned with the novel or not.

Soon, the screen flashed and a new scene was played, showing an interior of a… cave? Err… an underground? Or whatever it was. 

The room was not entirely made of stone, some have wooden parts, such as ceilings and doors. Well, the only thing missing there were windows.

Also, to my surprise, the room was filled with furniture such as desks, chairs, and even a bed! In my opinion, it almost looked like a hideout.

Damian opened his eyes and an orange hue filled the room as candles were the only source of light. He swept the surroundings and a woman came into view.

"I see, you're awake." 

A woman sitting with her back facing the boy.