Geoffrey awoke from a nightmare, opening his eyes to see nothing but endless darkness.
He fumbled to turn on the wall lamp and poured himself a glass of cold water to drink. The nightmare had become blurry and fragmented, leaving no memories of any details, only a feeling of heart palpitations.
The pocket watch resting on the table showed the hands pointing at one o'clock.
It was the dead of night.
Geoffrey pressed on his inexplicably aching stomach.
He decided to go downstairs to boil some hot water and make a cup of sweet cocoa.
Sweet things can improve one's mood and provide a kind of false sense of happiness.
However, as he stepped down the stairs, a loud crash sounded from the castle entrance. Soon, the long-neglected door panels collapsed with a crash, and someone stepped inside, the hood slipping off to reveal a handsome yet arrogant face.
—Elrian.
"Looks like I found the right place."
