Lucien felt incredibly comfortable.
He was having what seemed like the best sleep of his life since coming to this foreign world, so peaceful that he had no desire to wake up. Yet, amid the darkness, a faint sound began to disturb him—the rhythmic dripping of water striking something hard, each drop echoing through the silence.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Lucien frowned in annoyance.
He wanted the sound to stop.
He wanted to keep sleeping.
Even after burying his head between his arms, the noise refused to disappear. It continued relentlessly, slowly wearing away what little patience he had left.
Finally, with a furious curse, Lucien snapped his eyes open, fully prepared to find and beat up whoever was making that damn noise.
But the moment he opened his eyes, he froze.
Before him was his real body.
His real self.
On his own world.
The sight left him completely stunned.
