When I woke up in the morning, I found myself lying in my bed at home.

It seemed like I had been moved here while still half-asleep.

"Ugh..."

My head felt fuzzy and throbbed slightly.

Knock, knock—a sound at the door.

Of course, it was Chris.

"Come in…"

I gave Chris permission to enter in a groggy voice.

She walked in with a tray, sighing heavily.

"Sigh, are you alright? What made you drink so much yesterday?"

"Drink...?"

Chris sat on the edge of my bed with a playful smile, gently patting my head.

"Don’t you remember anything from last …