With the last bite of melon swallowed down through the throat.
Ace let out a breath, finally allowing himself to take in his surroundings.
The house was built entirely of stone, an image of thick, solid, and unyielding.
Next he drifted his gaze upward.
The ceiling was also made of rock.
Then, a disturbing thought struck him.
What if it falls? Won't I just get extra injured?
And now that the idea had planted itself in his mind, he could not stop thinking about it.
His stare lingered on the unshifting ceiling.
It was fine now… but what if it really wasn't? What if it had just been waiting for him to relax? Wouldn't that be the perfect moment for it to fall?
Slowly he got himself to turn his attention to another issue.
His bed was another oddity. It looked like it was made of stone, looking cold, hard and very uninviting.
Yet, somehow, when he lay on it, it was… comfortable? Like sinking into the softest bed. The contrast was way too unsettling.
