The Second Night (1)

I woke up with the sound of the shower crackling with a ray of moonshine permeating my skin. The world was spinning, and my head was riddled with bits of permeating pain. And the sound of the showers didn't help. It felt like a throbbing headache that couldn't go away, no matter how much I attempted to punch it out.

Yes, it felt exactly like a hangover.

Raising my neck up, I supported my back on the bed's headrest and carefully observed my surroundings. I was lying on a familiar bed, with nothing but my pyjamas bottoms on. My body was slightly uncomfortable, but there weren't any signs of injuries, given that I had superhuman regenerative abilities. Alas, even my regeneration could do nothing about this fucking headache that I was getting.

I slammed my head with the bottom of my wrist and attempted to recall what happened when I passed out.