Uche had collapsed.
He didn't even know how, but what he remembered last was Mr. Richard's strange smile, then he blacked out; he didn't know what happened next. And when he finally woke up, he found himself lying flat on his bed, while Eric could also be seen sleeping soundly on his broken bed.
"What on earth happened? How did I get here?"
Uche wondered, confused.
"Did that man take me here?"
He could still remember clearly that after all the students left the martial arts training room, he was left alone in the ring with the martial arts teacher, Mr. Richard.
Uche shivered as he quickly used his duvet to cover his body.
The thought of that man's name gave him chills.
He still remembered how the man had sent the students out of the training room, asking them to forget what had happened to him — how he had healed after getting injured. The man had told the students to forget it all and remember something else instead.
It almost sounded like he was editing their memory.
