After an uncertain amount of time, Leon slowly regained consciousness.

The first thing he saw was a flash of silver.
Then came a young, childish voice,
“Big Sis, he’s awake!”

A more mature and commanding voice replied,
“Let him rest a bit longer, Little Lo. Don’t disturb him.”
“Okay, Big Sis.”

The silver-haired little girl disappeared from Leon’s view, her small, hurried footsteps echoing as she ran off.

Leon gradually shook off the disorienting fatigue from his fainting spell. Sitting up slowly, he leaned against the headboard and surveyed the room.

The interior was simple—minimal decorations …