Strax awoke slowly, not for any specific reason, but because of a strange sensation that took a few seconds to fully process. It wasn't pain, it wasn't danger, it wasn't even the presence of hostile energy around him. It was… heat. A lot of heat. And weight. Weight everywhere. His body was sunk into something too soft to be just the mattress, and his mind, still somewhat lost between sleep and reality, tried to organize the situation without immediate success.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, blinking a few times as the soft morning light filtered through the bedroom curtains, slowly illuminating the scene around him. For a moment, he simply remained silent, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember exactly what had happened the previous night, but any coherent line of reasoning was immediately shattered when he realized he couldn't move his arms freely.
Or rather… he couldn't move almost anything.
His gaze slowly descended.
And then stopped.
The room was… absolute chaos.
