Lu Li slowly awakened, lying on the soft bed.
The black gemstone-like feline pupils gradually focused, reflecting a tower room both familiar and strange.
Margaret, who stood by the bed, quietly looked at him: "Are you Lu Li? Or the Undead?"
"How long was I unconscious?" The voice that trembled in his throat felt unfamiliar.
"The Bat Guards just left the castle," Margaret said.
He looked out into the night, the extending shadows disappearing into the darkness.
In the midst of his dazed gaze, Margaret suddenly asked again: "Are you Lu Li or the Undead?"
"I am..."
Lu Li slightly opened his mouth as long-lost memories resurfaced.
From Earth, an investigator, the Land of Light, the Midnight City Illusion...
The pervasive confusion gradually faded, with reason and calmness reclaiming his black eyes: "I am Lu Li."
"You're a cat."
Margaret wasn't adept at joking, but saying this indeed lightened the atmosphere—
