Who Says I Failed?
Daylight...
"Ugh..." Leon groaned softly, slowly opening his heavy eyelids.
"Hm? Where am I?" He muttered, staring at the ceiling, which seemed both unfamiliar and familiar to his still semi-conscious mind.
Still feeling tired and sore in some areas, Leon slowly sat up in bed and observed his surroundings, realizing he was in his own room.
"Huh? My room? How is that possible? Why is everything so neat and clean?" Leon gasped in shock, his consciousness snapping back fully as he looked around.
He distinctly remembered his room being a chaotic mess, cluttered from repeated failures in concocting an antidote to the devouring poison.
Each failure had ended in an explosion, leaving the walls and furniture in disarray.
Therefore, upon realizing that the clean and cozy environment was indeed his room, Leon found it hard to believe.
"Am I still dreaming?" he wondered, frowning.
To confirm, Leon pinched his cheek tightly.