William pushed himself too hard again. He always passed entire nights just to figure out his plans, not matter how much time it may take him, he needed everything to be perfect.

He was just wandering on the streets for some reasons, and it was late. His mind was elsewhere, and he was tired out of his mind. Literally.

And that's wen he ended up in front of a couple of few muscular looking men, which looked like obvious trouble. Usually, he wouldn't had any problems dealing with them,

But right now, he was completely outnumbered. And to say the least, he ended up pretty.. Roughed up. It seemed he probably shouldn't had go outside this day, after all.

However, right after that.. Nothing. He couldn't remember anything. Wait, where was he right now? Was he still in the alleyway? No. Impossible. He could feel something almost.. Comfortable under him. Was it all a dream?

No, of course not. He still could feel the horrible pain in his body. But somehow, it wasn't as worse as when he first felt it. And as he slowly came to his senses, he suddenly shifted to a sitting position.

Only then, did he realize he was in a bed, and as he suddenly got up, he felt a sharp pain in his back. Bad idea. He looked around, only to see a man, which was visibly filling some random papers on a desk, while paying him no mind.

Just as he felt his senses slowly come back, he could feel the presence of.. Bandages, around his body. And so, he wondered, was this man the one who threated his wounds? If so, why?

William watched the man silently, observing him for now. It would probably be better if he doesn't speak yet. Just then, he noticed another thing. This bed.. It was extremely soft. The mattress was too. And the sheets were all so comfortable. Maybe he was just spoiled as hell, but still.

He also didn't recognize the room he was currently in. It was pretty big, and it was.. Honestly, nice looking. A pretty luxurious room. He then tried to get up once again, without success. And just lay back down in defeat.