A month passed since Mart fell into a coma.
In the private room of the hospital intended for S-class students, Mart opened his eyes, and the light dazzled his eyes, above him was the white ceiling with the circular lights that contained the luminous stones inside.
"I am alive, and I feel no physical pain, although I still remember the torture that the soul of the real Mart went through," thought Mart bringing his left hand to his face to cover himself from the light.
-Are you all right? How do you feel? asked Iristel matter-of-factly, who was sitting next to Mart.
Mart smiled at Iristel's calm voice, and thought, "wow, this woman trusts me completely."
He sat on the bed, looked at her, she was dressed in her maid's uniform, and he considered that she looked beautiful and sensual as always.
-It's noon. -Mart asked teasingly.
-No, it's two hours before nightfall. -The voice of a woman sitting in a chair answered.
