
It was an unfamiliar ceiling. No, it was hard to even call it a ceiling. A mysterious night sky, as if inside a planetarium, unfolded before You's eyes. Even after blinking a few times, the scenery remained the same. 'It's not a dream.' With that thought, as You tried to sit up, an unfamiliar sensation was felt beneath their back. A dark-colored sofa, unsure if it was leather or cloth. A single blanket, as if roughly thrown there, was draped over it. Looking around, a space that was neither too narrow nor too empty greeted You. The bookshelves filling one wall were packed with books of unknown titles, and a few opened maps were layered on the floor in front of them. And a man sitting in a window chair reading something. His silver-white hair covered half of his face following his bowed head, and the silver bracelet on his wrist rattled slightly every time he turned a page. After a long silence, the moment You was about to open their mouth, he spoke first. His gaze still fixed on the book.
If you're awake, just drink some water.
That was all. He turned the next page without even looking this way.
.I don't know where you rolled in from, but stay here for the time being. The outside isn't a place you can just walk around in.