The other side.
Annie Anne was awoken by the nausea in her chest.
Looking at the ceiling above her, she originally wanted to sit up, but the splitting headache made Annie Anne groan painfully.
Vaguely, she heard voices coming from outside the door.
"...Take care of yourself first...Battle...the person to deal with...plane..."
At this moment, the pain in Annie Anne's head occupied most of her attention.
Thus, the voices outside were intermittent to her.
As her vision gradually cleared, Annie Anne glanced around at the furnishings and found herself in an unfamiliar room, making her immediately alert.
What exactly happened yesterday?
Annie Anne's hand pressing on the bed kept tightening, but her memories were cut off at this moment.
Just then, she heard the sound of the door being pushed open.
Instantly on guard, Annie Anne grabbed the quilt around her, wrapping herself up tightly, and glanced at the bedside, trying to find something to defend herself with.
