Taylor was lying in his bed, half dead.
'Damn… I overdid it…'
The residual curses were eating away at his hands and working their way up through his bloodstream.
A lot of dark mana had wormed its way into his heart and mind.
Every few minutes, painful surges of mana would tear at his nerves, thus making the last few days hell.
When was the last time he'd eaten?
When was the last time he drank water?
…When was the last time he used the toilet?
"Cough…! Cough, cough!"
Blood was pooling at the back of his throat, flooding his mouth with the taste of iron.
It was then.
Three heavy knocks landed on the door to his tiny room, nearly blasting his door off its flimsy hinges.
"Oo—oh! Oh shi—"
Someone swore behind the door, catching it before it fell over.
—Creak.
Then, there was silence as the door slowly cracked open, revealing a head of blue-green hair and a face framed by scales.
