"Is he awake?"
A middle-aged woman, who had an entourage of servants asked as she was approaching Hanbit, who promised to keep watch outside his young master's bedroom.
Hanbit's face scrunched into a frown as he looked at the woman who was walking majestically towards him. He knew how much hatred his young master had towards the woman. Neither was she innocent not to deserve the hatred his young master had towards her. He was well aware of the harm she had brought his young master's way.
"The young master is still sleeping. The doctor said it would be best for him not to be disturbed."
"Oh! I see. Well then, let me know at once when he wakes up."
He watched her walk away with her entourage. Watching her turn, he took note of a huge smirk on her face. He felt angry, angry at the fact that she and the other concubines could go scot-free after committing such a crime.
He knew the meaning behind that smirk, but he also exposed his own smirk, as he knew her believe was wrong.
"Don't worry master" he said softly
"I wouldn't take my eyes off you anymore."
*****
He opened his eyes again, his sight a little bit better than before. He looked around the plain room. All he could see was a dining table by the wall, and the bed he was sleeping on.
"What an empty room." he scoffs
He sat up, then looked at his hands in a slow manner.
"What's going on here?" he asked no one in particular. He was confused. The hands, they didn't look like his own. He had a tanned skin, but what he was seeing was a very light skin.
He raised his hands up to his face, to feel the structure of the face. Touching it, he was searching for just one particular thing. The scar, the scar that ran across his right eye. But there was nothing there. The face was too smooth to be his. He looked down from his chest, what he realized should have been the first thing he should have taken note of. The shape of the body was a huge contrast to his. He was a hunky lad, but the body before him looked fragile, to him. He looked around the room again, in search of a mirror. But it was just the bed and table that starred back at him.
Confusion seeth in, and he felt uncomfortable at once.
"Hey!"
He screamed out to the one who promised to stand guard outside.
Hanbit hurried into the room thinking his young master was hurt. But upon entering and seeing that his young master was okay, he felt relieved. But seeing a dreadful look on his young master's face troubled him.
"Yes, young master." he finally said after making sure that his master was indeed okay.
"Why is there no mirror in the room?"
Hanbit smiled, and a wide smile it was.
'How wrong the doctor was about our young master losing his memories. Our young master is still as obsessed with mirrors as he was before his near death experience.' Hanbit thought to himself
"I'll have them..." he started but was cut off by his young master
"And why is the room even empty? It looks more like you cleared a store and locked me in."
The so-called young master thought out loud.
Hanbit smiled again and whispered
"He still has that habit of thinking out loud. My young master is back."
"Did you say something?"
"The first concubine ordered it in an attempt to clear all of the evidence you found. She had them all burned. All these was done in my absence, young master, there would have been no way I would be around and such would have happened."
"Evidence?" he murmured but had no interest in knowing anything about that at the moment. All he wanted was to confirm what he now looked like.
"What about the mirror I asked for?"
"I'll have them bring it in right now young master."
He did a slight bow and stepped out.
Hee-mang went back to looking at the body he believed belonged to him.
"Just what does this mean? When did alcohol poisoning begin to change one's shape?"