"What in the actual hell is the potion I took? " Alfred groans as he struggled to get up from where he lies.
Opening his eyes, he blinked them to make it open clearly as his eyes seemed not to agree at first when he tried to open it.
Oh.... my room, does it mean I'm back home? he thought as he scanned his room. His room could be seen with a blue glen to it as almost all the things in his room are associated with the colour blue. His majestic bed is spread with a blue and black mattress, his blue couch, and his cottons also painted blue and black. All in, this love of his for the colour blue is beautifully well organized with his decorations and furniture, and it'll take a whole lot of effort for someone to declare it bad.
"What happened?" he asked a man whose back was turned in a way that his back was facing him.
