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In the dark room, dust floated lazily in the air, illuminated by thin shafts of light slipping through the tightly closed window shade. On the bed, a still silhouette lay in silence. All the lights were off, including the bedside lamp.
The figure's eyes opened. He looked around, then slowly sat up. As he tried to remember what had happened, a sharp pain struck his head, forcing him to bend forward with his right hand pressed to his forehead.
"Hmmm…"
It was Zed.
He couldn't help but grumble. After a few moments, the throbbing eased, and he let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Frowning, he glanced around again. This looks like my room, he thought. Without hesitating, he got up and walked to the bathroom. He splashed water on his face, stared at his reflection in the mirror, and muttered, "How did I get up here?"
Trying again to recall, he found nothing but blanks. At least the headache didn't return. He decided to take a shower before heading out.
