Everything felt like a blur.
However, I could still recall everything.
The sequence of events that led to my final moments, and to the instant my head was severed from my body.
I could still recall everything.
In the end, I didn't even care about what happened to me.
In the last moments, I understood something.
That...
I couldn't have cared less about what had happened to me.
All I cared about was defeating the demon, even at the expense of my own life.
Everything felt meaningless to me in that moment.
That was all that I could think of.
And—
"..."
Opening my eyes, I stared at the figure seated on the single red sofa, calmly pouring himself a cup of tea before taking a quiet sip.
"You're awake."
His warm voice reached my ears as I looked around.
It appeared to be a luxurious study room. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with all sorts of books. I sat on a similar red sofa, a small wooden table before me, as a warm light bathed the room from above.
