Chapter 16: Maybe I Am Still Dreaming

My body jolted awake with electricity cursing through my veins. In most stories I read, this would be seen as a metaphor for when a character wakes up from a nightmare or a dream due to the adrenaline in their system.

No, this is literal.

Someone electrocuted me to wake me up. And that person is standing right in front of me. With a satisfied grin and a clean black suit.

Infuriating, with a dash of charisma, and a whole load of bullshit, Rogue F chuckled, "So, you're having dreams about a dead to-be-loved, huh?"

I glared at him, realizing I'm still stuck in the same chair as I was before.

"Is he really dead, though? I'm not sure, no one ever came back with his body," He stopped smiling as soon as he saw that I'm not interested in his useless horseshit.

I sighed, "Get that chip out of my head," I commanded.