Hangover.
Bologue liked this word. It humorously described his state after resurrection in a very fitting way.
Just like the literal meaning, living in a delirium at the bar, then collapsing in some corner of the street. When you wake up, you complain about the body's pain and the brain's lethargy, and casually wonder where exactly you woke up.
Bologue looked around in confusion. This was a shadowy place, with the sound of wind clearly in his ears, yet his body didn't feel the flow of air, as if he was just a wall away from a storm.
He was in a loose pajama that someone had put on him, and there was a blanket underneath. It seemed like someone had prepared it specially to prevent him from freezing.
Bologue shook his head; the Undead like him weren't that fragile. Then he thought perhaps the other side did these unnecessary preparations to show their respect for him.
