Bleeding Angel

Chapter 15

Alexander's expression turned more thoughtful. After a brief pause, he said, "You mentioned Home. If you truly are human then there is only one way home."

My eyes widened slightly, but before I could press further, Alexander added, "I'll tell you once we're done with our conversation."

I frowned but nodded reluctantly. Satisfied, Alexander leaned forward, his gaze piercing despite his clouded eyes. "Do you remember anything before waking up in the Tomb?" he asked, his voice carrying an undertone of curiosity and something else...

"I- uh...", I wasn't expecting that question, but I probably should've. "Yeah, I don't think there are any memory problems."

Alexander exhaled, "Do you mind telling me any details?"

"... Sure?", Is he trying to make sure I'm telling the truth? "Well, before I woke up it was like a normal day for me. Sitting on the couch watching some football. Then I suddenly fell asleep and woke up in that tomb."

I stretch a bit, "I mean... It's not weird for me to take naps but, weirdly, I get transported somewhere."

I lean back slightly in the wooden chair, though not too much since it feels on the brink of falling backward. "Let along with MAGIC!"

Alexander nodded slowly, his fingers tapping lightly on the table as he absorbed my words. "A normal day... and then, without warning, you find yourself in a place like this. No memory of how you got here, no sign of anything unusual before it happened?"

"No-", I suddenly get interrupted by a lady who places two menus in front of us.

The lady's eyes, like most, are a deep shade of violet. Though her horns protrude from her forehead before pointing upwards. Her horns also match the color of her skin, which is a dusty brown. A strand of black hair drops down her face, though the rest of her hair is lavender and in a messy bun.

I recognize her, but now, as she looks at me... Her smile doesn't seem as forced.

"What would you two like this evening?", She says, taking out a notepad and pen.

Alexander tilted his head slightly, his blind eyes seeming to focus on the lady’s voice. “I’ll have the same as Winston. Whatever he’s having.”

“Very well,” the waitress said with a nod. She turned to me, waiting for my response.

“I’ll have what I did last time, the Kitopo egg salad with dried seaweed and toast, and the Camaberry Honey Ale, please,” I said confidently.

“Coming right up,” she replied with a warm smile, before turning and heading toward the kitchen.

However, I could see her genuine smile turned forced as she looked at the other people in the tavern.

Alexander shifted his attention back to me, his expression thoughtful. “You mentioned a normal day... watching football and then falling asleep. How did it feel when you woke up in that tomb? Any sense of déjà vu or odd sensations?”

I hesitated, thinking back. “Not really. It was just a sudden jolt. One moment I was on the couch, and the next, I was in that tomb. No dreams or strange feelings before it happened.”

Alexander nodded, absorbing my words. “And no memory of anything that might have triggered this… transition?”

I shook my head. “Nothing that I can remember. It was all pretty ordinary... until it wasn’t.”

Alexander’s fingers drummed on the table again. “hmmm...”

I glanced at the waitress as she approached with our food, the aroma of the meal filling the air. Alexander’s curious gaze seemed to follow her, even though he couldn’t see her. As she placed the dishes on the table, he nodded his thanks.