Prelude To The Big Match [2]

"....How much do you remember?" 

A soft voice echoed quietly in a small room where a tall and robust young man rested. His expression was pale, and his eyes remained fixed on the ceiling above him. 

It had been less than a day since Carmen had woken up, and his memory was rather hazy. 

All he could recall was feeling his chest explode and darkness enveloping his vision. 

By the time he regained consciousness, several days had passed. 

"Haa." 

Taking a deep breath, he turned to his right. 

There, a young man with blonde hair and striking yellow eyes elegantly sat with his legs crossed and a teacup in his hand. 

"I asked you a question." 

His tone remained soft, but Carmen felt his entire body shudder. 

'Why is he here...?' 

Finding his breath again, he swallowed quietly and began talking. He knew he couldn't afford not to talk. 

"....I don't remember very well. I.. I..."