It was unclear how long it had been when Dustin slowly regained consciousness.

His upper body was wrapped in thick bandages. His limbs were feeble and weak, and his breath was visibly frail.

"Didn't I die?"

Dustin glanced at his palm, then around the room. The place seemed somewhat familiar. It was as though he had been there before.

"You're awake?"

Grace entered the room carrying a bowl of soup.

"You were severely injured. Fortunately, you're resilient. It wasn't easy to save you."

"