A warm beam of morning sunlight filtered through the window, brushing softly against Luca's eyelids.
"Ugh…" he groaned as he stirred, a dull, throbbing ache pulsing through his skull. His vision swam for a moment before he blinked away the blur and took in the pale ceiling above him.
"…Huh. That's… a familiar ceiling."
He blinked again, slowly turning his head.
"But… where is it?"
The sterile white walls. The faint scent of healing herbs in the air. The rows of beds sectioned off by privacy curtains. It took a second—but then recognition clicked.
"Uhh… this is the infirmary I was in… after the dungeon incident, isn't it?"
His headache spiked, as if his brain had decided to punish him for remembering too fast.
"Right… the monster… in the hideout…"
His heart skipped. "Aurelia… Is she okay—?"
Before he could spiral further, the door creaked open.
A familiar voice chimed in cheerfully, "Hey friend! Nice to meet you today as well!"
