My head was throbbing. The pain was unlike any headache I ever experienced. It felt like my head was bludgeoned by someone, the pain was outside and inside, contrary to the usual.
I opened my eyes slowly, only to find an unfamiliar scenery in front of me.
The ceiling. Yes, I was looking at the ceiling, with a twist that it felt too antique? Like something you saw in a luxurious mansion. Weird.
Trying to move, I noticed that I was laying down. Didn't last time I was sitting on the train on the way home? But that wasn't the main concern here. My body was hurting all over the place. Not sore or ache after a long and exhausting day, no. It hurt like I got injured or something.
"U-Ughh…"
The pain spread all over my body even with a slight movement. Sharp and painful, made me grimaced. Nothing I could do for a moment, so I left pondering.
Where was I again? I was supposedly on the train, right? And what was with the unbearable pain across my entire body? Was this a dream? But then why did it feel so realistic? The sharp pain, the mattress under me, the white ornate ceiling above me felt undoubtedly real.
So many questions, yet no answer.
Moving my head around and scanning my surroundings only added more questions. I was laying on the bed, yet it was uncomfortably large for one person. The bedhead too was decorated with ornate carvings—reminding me of those expensive full-wood furnitures.
The room too, not less foreign and strange.
One thing I noticed first was that there weren't any electrical appliances as far as my eyes could see—No TV, no digital clock, not even power outlets nor light switches. The furniture, though, looked damned expensive. It was real wood through and through, decorated with intricate carving and elegant velvet.
As I lost in my pondering, the door to my room opened. A figure of a woman appeared at the doorway.
'Is that a maid uniform?'
Yes, the figure of a woman wearing a maid uniform. No words able to describe just how puzzled I was. Even more, the uniform was unlike the one I saw on the internet when people do cosplay, no. This one looked so high quality, so refined, so elegant, and so complicated that even I wasn't sure how someone was going to donn that without assistance.
Apparently, my gaze elicited a surprised gasp from the Miss Maid.
"Young Master?! You're awake!" The maid rushed into the room and to my bedside.
Completely dumbfounded by the turn of the event, I simply cocked my head puzzled.