Sebastian slowly opened his eyes and saw that he was in an unfamiliar room.
His body was lying on a soft, comfortable bed, but his back still ached immensely, akin to sharp needles all over his back.
He tried to rise, but his head ached and his vision became dizzy, and he clenched the sheets beneath his hands as he steadied himself.
He looked around to figure out where he was and saw the room had dark modern vibes, and sleek furniture was near the gold walls, and he slowly slid out of the bed.
The bed blankets and the pillow had a dark tint of orange and black, and the sheets flowed to the floor.
He licked his dried lips and wondered what happened to Atlas.
Disjointed memories flood through his mind when crows attacked the area, and he tried to protect Atlas with his own body, then his back and t-shirt were torn to shreds by the crow's beaks.
He looked around in panic. Where is he? Don't tell me he's dead.
