Yutra must have dozed off at some point, because now, he was slowly becoming aware of his surroundings. Something was wrong, though…
He found himself sitting on an alloy chair in a dark room, wearing a set of comfortable civilian clothes. His memory was a bit hazy, and he couldn't quite remember how he had gotten here.
Had he gotten too drunk celebrating the end of the war?
'Ah, crap. My wife is going to kill me… we're newlyweds, for Spell's sake…'
"You're awake? Good."
His thoughts were interrupted by an unfamiliar voice.
Looking up, he saw a metal desk in front of him and a stranger sitting across from him on an identical chair. The man was a bit older than him and was wearing the same kind of unassuming clothes. There was a bored expression on his face and a sheet of white paper in his hands.
