The next morning, I opened my eyes wide. It felt like waking from a coma—but my head was buzzing, and my body ached as if it had been used as a punching bag.
I couldn't recall the details of last night, but... what was clear was that it felt like being pricked by needles countless times.
Syringes, I mean. Or... well, I don't know. Perhaps, being torn apart by a horde of psycho rabbits in lab coats.
I blinked.
Slowly, I looked around.
"Ugh, where am I... now?" I mumbled, holding my head, which felt as heavy as if it were weighted down by a thesis.
The familiar bedroom ceiling.
My flat.
Thank goodness. I was still alive.
Maybe I made it home after the graduation party. Maybe I was just... really drunk. And this was all just an overly realistic nightmare.
But that sense of relief quickly crumbled like a Jenga tower with a block pulled out.
Because...
Beside me, a human lay.
More precisely—a man.
It's Satoko.
