Asahi's eyes opened to the presence of a spacious room with floors of paved silver stone on the floor and walls of thick wooden planks. He saw thin lofty bookshelves, bags piled up on the corner, a table with four chairs on the right, and a bright yellow light filtering through his dry eyelids. The fresh scent of mildew brushed against his nostrils as he slowly awakened and stretched his arms, releasing a soft yawn.
Suddenly, a burst of panic intruded his heart. His eyes widened, confused and unable to identify his surroundings. He hurriedly scanned the room from wall to wall, his breathing weakened, his eyes shuffled back and forth the room, and his heart hammered in his chest.
