Waking Up in Lucy's House

Lucas jolted awake, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps as if he had just escaped from a nightmare. The room around him was dim, with the afternoon sun casting long, slanted shadows across the floor. Beads of sweat clung to his forehead, his chest heaving as he tried to steady his breathing.

"That… was too damn painful," he muttered, his voice hoarse, the words tinged with lingering frustration. But as the memories of the Thunder Spirit returned, a smirk slowly curved his lips. "At least I managed to hold out and suck that bastard dry," he added, a note of triumph coloring his tone.

For a moment, he allowed himself to savor the victory, but as the seconds ticked by, a creeping sense of unease began to take hold. Something wasn't right. Lucas furrowed his brow, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the unfamiliar surroundings.