Raghu woke up.
No one had called him, nor did he wake up needing the restroom. He simply couldn't sleep because the pain around his eyes was too intense.
Healing Potions could treat injuries, but they only restored the function of the damaged area. The pain and bruising would linger for a long time. Once the adrenaline wore off, all he had was his willpower.
KNOCK KNOCK! A knock sounded at the door.
"Get lost!" Raghu shouted, his voice hoarse. He grabbed a cup from his bedside and hurled it at the door.
Not since he'd made a name for himself in the gangs at twenty-two had he been humiliated like this.
"Boss, I think you should see this. Our Healing Potions are being returned."
Hearing this, Raghu ignored the pain in his eyes and scrambled out of bed. Returns were a serious matter. Healing Potions had an expiration date; if he couldn't resell them quickly, they'd be a total loss.
He opened the door to see his assistant's worried face.
"Who? Who returned them?"
