Chapter 1: Don’t use your mobile phone while walking
Rhodes' head felt dizzy, and a dull ache spread through his arms and thighs, as if he had been hit by a runaway cart.
He still remembered being attacked by wild beasts, yet strangely, he hadn't been eaten. At least, not yet.
Slowly, Rhodes opened his eyes, expecting to see an unfamiliar ceiling—but instead, he was greeted by the bright glare of the sun. His eyes instinctively narrowed, and he reflexively tried to lift his hand to shield them.
Swish
A soft sound echoed as someone carefully closed the curtains, easing the strain on his eyes.
"Judging by the time, he should be waking up soon."
Rhodes heard an elderly woman's voice speaking nearby, but he didn't understand a word of it. It didn't sound like English or any other familiar language either.
Tilting his head slightly, he spotted an old woman with pink hair and a distinctive red cloak standing by the window. She was likely the one who had spoken just now.
"How do you feel?"
A warm, kind voice came from the other side of the room. Turning his gaze, Rhodes saw an old man wearing a distinctive jester-like hat, seated cross-legged in a chair beside the bed.
Of course, Rhodes didn't understand him either.