A grand room was in view. A room beautifully decorated with golden ornaments and classical picture paintings meticulously hung on the wall of the room. There was a king-sized bed laying there in the middle.
And on this bed sat someone who had just gotten up: Felix.
Felix ran a hand through his hair as he looked around. He stared around the room with a confused expression, trying to grasp where he was and how he had gotten there.
His brain didn't seem to be working as he wanted it to. He seemed confused in every way possible as he looked around. Nothing seemed to be coming together as he'd like.
Just then, the door of the room was pushed open and Mr. Albert walked in. Behind him was a male servant holding a tray.
Felix looked up to see his father. He recalled him perfectly well. "Father... what..." He ran a hand through his hair. "You... what happened? Why are you here?"
He sounded confused.
