62. Story

Callista.

I wake up in an office room with a moan.

“Oh, Goddess…” My head throbs so much and my mouth is dry as parchment. I try to move my limbs but to no avail. My whole body feels heavy yet floating at the same time, a common feeling after regaining consciousness. This is not a new experience to me by now, given how many times I’ve been knocked out over the past few months, but I’m getting really tired of it.

As my vision focuses on my surroundings, I realize that I’m in a rather nice office. There’s a plush carpet under my feet, and a sturdy desk in front of a large book cupboard that covers an entire wall. The books are neatly lined behind the glass panels of the cupboard. I sit in front of this desk.

I try to move my legs, but I cannot. I look down, the inclination makes my head hurt more.

I’m bound to the chair.

“What the hell…” I mutter.

Memories come back to me, and I remember how three men chased me through the city. I remember separating from Jenny and toppling a bookrack i