Sunny rolled off the bed, cursing his mundane senses.
His reflexes were sharp, and despite the neglect and abuse, his body was in good shape. However, he could not sense the shadows. Even more humiliating, he could not even see in the dark — for the first time in a long while, Sunny was truly blind.
The only light in the room came through a narrow crack between the curtains, and all he could see was a dark shape jumping over the bed.
He could, however, smell wet wool, old sweat, and the stench of alcohol.
'The... the damned drunk!'
He knew it!
Paranoia had never let him down, after all…
Sunny was laying on the floor in an awkward pose, while the attacker was on the bed, a split second away from coming down with the deadly blade in his hand — it was a mundane knife, but here in Mirage City, even a mundane blade had the power to make Sunny bleed.
It had the power to make him die.
