「Congratulations on passing the entrance exam, please…」
Bam!
My hand slammed down on the alarm clock above my bed.
"Fucking hell, I think this is going to give me PTSD."
The voice was croaky, and it belonged to a man who sounded, well, flamboyant. If that didn't wake me up, I wasn't sure what would.
Slowly, I sat up, running a hand through my hair.
"Damn, I still need more sleep."
Using the conditional constant vessel on myself had really been a bad idea.
I rolled my shoulders and closed my eyes briefly.
My room smelled like spring, fresh roses and something subtly woody.
It was nothing like the cramped, lifeless apartment Allen had lived in before I transmigrated.
This place was spacious, luxurious even, easily comparable to a five-star hotel.
Slipping out of my dirty clothes, I headed for the bathroom, only to realize I didn't have a fresh set of clothes.
Panic flickered for a moment before I rushed back and tapped the alarm clock again.
