It was supposed to be a simple mission—or at least that was what he thought. Chuuya found himself resting on a hospital bed, blanketed with the silkiest and softest of sheets. As he opened his eyes, his surroundings were almost too hazy for him to be able to see.

Slowly getting up, he felt burnt marks against his skin. He used corruption without any supervision again. He felt vulnerable to say the least, especially after finding you sat beside his bed with a concerned face.

“Where am I?”