Opportuny Comes (1)

Jason stared at the door.

It had been four days since Emily died and during that time he spent nothing more than train, eat and sleep. He had been practicing Offhand, since he realized that the mastery of such a skill would come handy in the future. Or at least, the future he wanted.

The space ring had been mailed back to him, it was sort of a participating gift for surviving in the dungeon.

But today, he had just experienced a phenomenon

'Am I losing myself?' He asked himself, unsure of what he had just heard, thinking his ears were deceiving him. 'Did I just hear a knock on the door?'

He considered the possibility of someone looking for him, the chances were low. He even considered that since they hadn't even bothered to deliver it to him, instead just mailing it. The chances that someone would be looking for him was 1%.

But then he heard it again – knocking on the door.

'I can't be hallucinating, right?'