“…Huh?”
Upon waking up, I find myself in an unfamiliar room. Neither my own or one of the church’s.
The room only contains the essential types of furniture: a small wooden closet against the stucco-plastered wall, a table of the same material with chairs surrounding it, as well as some unbleached curtains hanging above the double windows. The curtains are currently drawn, allowing the bright sunlight to enter the room.
Crammed on the small desk are two small bottles of orange fruit-infused water, two jugs of water, a few towels, and some porcelain cups and plates.
A set of seemingly large folded clothes is also placed on the chair.
Why am I here?
Yesterday, what did I do──
As I’m thinking this, a wave of memories rush through my brain like a tide. It wasn’t a dream.
It’s just too much. I immediately bury my head underneath the quilt, eyes squeezed shut.
I have finally figured out my predicament here. My current state is, well…
Even without looking down, I can feel that I don’t have any clothes on.
As for why I slept naked… my thought process shuts down from another rush of memories.
“Ehh!?”
Wait a minute.
How could something like that happen between us? What should I do now?
I can still hear a sweet phantom voice calling out my name. I duck, covering my ears. Still feel his large and warm hands caressing my skin, so gentle and yet sometimes so able to fuel my desire. And together with his heavy breaths and melting heat… I hurriedly chase those memories out of my head.
Alfred said that he will overwrite everything. And now─
My heart starts to pound.
Calm down!
He meant it differently. What happened last night was… inevitable. I was drugged, and ended up being touched by a disgusting guy. He must have felt sorry for me, and looked after me out of pity.
Yes, that is how I will think of it.
I take a deep breath and press my hand on my chest to calm my heavily pounding heart.
The palpitations eventually turn slightly less violent.
I stay in this position for a while more, before realizing that the chirps of the small birds outside are all I can hear. Even if I strain my ears, it is completely silent within this room. Awfully silent.
I tilt my head. I currently seem to be the only person in the room.
But what if… he comes in?
What kind of face should I make? What should I say?
I wrack my brain to its limits, simulating dozens of possible scenarios in my head. In the end, I decide to act clueless. I’ll pretend that nothing happened yesterday.
Alright. Let’s go with that. It’s best to go with the flow and act normal. If I expose the slightest bit of distress, it’s over.
I try to motivate myself, even just a little, as I prepare for the worst. Slowly, I peak my head out of the quilt. Only half of it, though.
I scan the entire room.
The figure of a certain conspicuous blonde… is nowhere in sight.
“Oh…” I feel a little disappointed, squirming my way out of the quilt and looking around the room. Alfred really isn’t here.
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Nurturing the Hero to Avoid Death
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