By Raiden's count, this was the second time he'd walked straight into something without seeing it coming. The mysterious incident that led to his transmigration, and now this mess at Lunar City.
Through the darkness, though, he could feel hands pushing him, shaking him, as a voice called out. Not the voice in his head this time—this one was distant yet close enough to belong to whoever wouldn't stop trying to rouse him.
Raiden felt no sense of urgency to wake up; the annoying voice in his head was gone, and all he wanted was to keep resting. But the person trying to wake him wouldn't quit. The next thing he knew, a heavy slap landed across his face, jerking him upright so suddenly that his head smacked into his persistent rescuer.
