Amya

'Where the heck am I?'

Famin questioned, looking across the place he was in. He found himself in a small room lying on a bed with a quilt covering his body. As he started to move, his body stung. Looking at his arms, he saw bandages.

Raising his head with some difficulty, he tried to determine the place he was in.

"Oh, you're awake?"

He heard a female voice and immediately looked at the door that led to another room. The voice belonged to a ponytailed girl about his age. She was the girl that the men who beat him up were talking to. 

Famin, however, was clueless as to who this person is. He hadn't noticed her in the shop.

"Uh." Seeing someone unfamiliar, he didn't know what he should say.

"How are you feeling?" The girl approached him and asked.

"I...I'm fine. Where am I?" Famin was nervous for a while, then eventually calmed down when he figured that the other party didn't seem to have harmful intentions to him.