Zeruel's POV
I woke up.
The sensation of returning to consciousness was... bizarre.
There was a strange heaviness still clinging to my body, but also a strange lightness, like a fog lifting.
It felt weird but unnaturally refreshing. Like my body had been asleep, but my mind was racing before I even opened my eyes.
My muscles were stiff, yet somehow relaxed, as if the bed had swallowed me whole for the night. As the haze of sleep wore off, I blinked slowly and sat up, my body groaning slightly in protest.
Eventually, I peeled the blanket off and rose to my feet, dragging myself toward the bathroom like a zombie.
When I flicked on the light and stood before the mirror, I stared blankly at the reflection in front of me.
There she was—me.
A plain-looking woman in cheap, mismatched underwear, with a crusted trail of dried drool stuck from the corner of her mouth to a lock of tangled hair.
