All Polites remembered was the feeling of his body being slammed to the cold ground of the cave, hearing the many bones cracking throughout his body. Everything else was a blur, Polites' eyes fluttered open. The brightness of the room hurting his eyes, a few minutes later Polites felt sharp pains throughout his body. Probably from the club, he assumed. But, was he dead? Tilting his head to look over without trying to hurt himself

As his eyes roamed over the room he was in, it was all white. Gold pillars, beautiful tapestries, plants, paintings, rugs, decorations. He was confused, where was he?

Polites looked down at himself, covered in bloodied bandages. He was surprised his limbs weren't pointing in different directions.

Then he heard footsteps, Polites turned his head towards the door as he watched it open, his eyes halfway open