Chapter 51
The first rays of dawn pierced through the curtains, casting a gentle glow upon the room. As the digital alarm clock blared its intrusive melody, Ethan's eyes fluttered open, his head throbbing with the remnants of a night filled with revelry. He groaned, his memory hazy as he attempted to piece together the fragments of the previous evening. Rubbing his temples, he cursed his tendency to wake up with a hangover, reflecting on the wild adventures in the Maliau Basin and the chaotic moments in Russia.
"I gotta stop waking up with a hangover after every drinking session…" he cursed under his breath.