Return

Davy felt as if he had been sucked into a long dream. It could have also been an instant, but the heaviness in his heart proved that everything he had experienced was not a long dream and had actually occurred.

Slowly, his eyes opened, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. He blinked and stared at the somewhat familiar and unfamiliar ceiling, or more precisely, the cover of the game cabin.

Game cabin... Davy's pupils constricted as it sank in. His heart pounded loudly, and he clumsily opened the cabin door. His jaw dropped, tears flowed freely, and the familiar yet increasingly unfamiliar room met his gaze.

Hands trembling, gripped at the cabin's corner... this was indeed his room–-his room in reality. He'd returned?

Davy forced himself to stand up, despite his shaking legs and chaotic emotions, to confirm if everything was real. Clearly, it was, but his irrational self was deluding him. No, he wanted to deceive himself for a little longer.