Insomnia [2]

"....That was close."

Opening my eyes, I stood on the second floor of a torn-down building, staring through a shattered wall. 

In the distance, I watched as the ground slowly began to recover. Gradually, everything returned to normal, almost as if nothing had happened.

It was then that I felt something press against my right shoulder. 

"....." 

When I turned to look, I saw that it was Owl-Mighty. 

"Do you recognize this area?" 

"No." 

Owl-Mighty replied after a brief pause while its eyes lingered over the area where the hands had been. 

Turning its head, Owl-Mighty hopped off my shoulder. 

"You've been poisoned." 

"....Hm? Did you just say poisoned?" 

"Check your ankle." 

I looked down at my ankle. The red print from the hand was still there, and it didn't seem to fade.

Outside of that, it didn't look particularly different, but I didn't take Owl-Mighty's words lightly.