Honestly, I don't know where to start, but I can say that right now I'm experiencing a sense of déjà vu. Do you want me to explain? Ah... it's troublesome, but alright.
Now I’m in the middle of a row of neatly lined bookshelves in an underground room. Got the answer? Yes, I’m in an underground library. But you’re all wrong because I'm not in Old Man Joe's library, but rather Charles Chawki's private library. Also, this room is much smaller compared to Old Man Joe's library. Of course, because this is just a private library, not a public one.
I lie on the floor, staring at the ceiling. Slowly, I raise my bandaged hands as if trying to reach the ceiling I’m looking at. But I quickly lower my hands while exhaling deeply. I didn't expect that the effects of the fight between Laila and me would cause such severe injuries. Besides, I had to swallow two humiliating defeats and flee from Nick.