Ishiki woke up with his head throbbing from pain.
He opened his eyes reluctantly, and stared at the wooden ceiling of the room he had inhabited for months now. Familiar grain patterns and cracks.
He slowly pushed himself up and yawned.
Yesterday had been a wild night. Who could have thought those dumbasses would actually open the gates to the temple?
'Those fools.'
Ishiki shrugged, not like anything weird happened. He had been somewhat paranoid about opening the temple doors and had spent weeks convinced that something profoundly ominous hid behind those sealed barriers. Something that shouldn't be disturbed.
But as it turned out, there was nothing of that sorts. The seal had broken yesterday somehow, and the gates were opened.
With a dejected sigh, Ishiki stood up and walked to the bathroom to undergo his daily necessities. The people that lived here had a very intelligent waste management system.
'Let's not think about such trivial things.'
