Kale's eyes flew open. Everywhere was pitch black.
He tried to move but his movement was restricted by something that encapsulated him.
'Am I dead?' The single thought persistent in his mind, made him dejected.
'I guess I really died, huh? And I didn't even get to avenge my parents.'
A wave of exhaustion washed over Kale and he closed his eyes to rest.
Blinding light broke through the darkness covering him. The brightness disturbed his retinas through his eyelids and his eyes fluttered open.
Kale tried to move but found his movements restricted with cuffs attached to the frame of the bed he was on.
The strong odor of disinfectants wafted up his nose and made his eyes burn slightly.
The white walls and ceiling did nothing to calm him. Instead, it only made him more scared.
He started jerking his hands, trying to free them to no avail.
His mouth opened to scream but before he could, the door on the other side of the room opened.
