Chapter 3: What is the outside like?
In the middle of the night, a piercing scream rose into the air, awakening them.
That place was designed so that no sound could escape its walls. If that scream was so palpable, it meant its owner’s agony was horrific.
Eun-woo shivered on the floor. Rhys had returned his blanket and given him his own, but the bed was still in his possession. Without a blanket, he worried Rhys might get sick.
"I guess screaming is normal around here," Rhys said into the gloom.
Eun-woo still couldn’t get used to his presence—or rather, the presence of a Guide. His body was ready to try to flee at any moment.
"Are you okay?" Rhys asked when he got no response.
Eun-woo didn’t know how to deal with Rhys. Hours ago, he had been so cocky and careless as to steal his bed, and now, out of nowhere, he showed concern and care.
If Rhys was there, it was for a reason. Perhaps, unlike him, he knew why. He hoped he would be able to give him the answers he needed. That would reassure him.
Eun-woo focused on Rhys in the darkness. He didn’t have his shirt on, and cold sweat was running down his forehead, neck, and chest.
"You have a fever." It wasn’t a question but a statement.
"No." Rhys sat on the edge of the bed. "I like sleeping like this."