When I pushed the door, what I found was usually... a dimly lit room. Not completely dark, but certainly not bright.
This time, unexpectedly, I was greeted by a quite bright room. The layout was exactly the same, just as I remembered it. The only difference was that the lamp overhead was lit.
Ah, no... the only difference was not the lamp.
"Huh...?"
I couldn't hold back the sound that came out of my mouth, I looked in front of me, dumbfounded. More precisely toward the bed, and... the figure on it.
I blinked and blinked, rubbed and rubbed my eyes several times to test if I was seeing it wrong, but I wasn't.
Celine was sitting cross-legged on her bed. Her back was against the wall and her eyes were closed. She looked like she was... meditating.
The strange thing was... she looked fine. Really fine... She was emaciated after months in this room, doing nothing, not eating anything properly. But now... she was just like before.