Chapter Two Hundred Sixty Four - Alike?!

When Tyler opened his eyes, it was still pitch black. If it weren't for the support on his back that made him feel as if he was lying on some ground, he would have thought that he had fallen into some unknown world again covered with darkness. He raised his hand towards the darkness before his eyes only to feel a surface.

It was cold, and it almost felt as if he had been locked in a coffin. A frown crossed his forehead as he continued to push his hands against the cold surface quite hard. But unfortunately, even after pushing like that for a while, he couldn't open it up for a long time. It wasn't until he vaguely heard the sound of a beep coming off faintly from the outside that he opened his mouth and said, "Open up!"

His voice was hoarse as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his throat had become all dried up. The hand that was touching the cold surface above his head went to his throat and his chapped lips.