Asher's eyes fluttered open as he stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. "Where is this?" he mumbled, his voice hoarse. He tried to move his body but winced as pain shot through him. Gritting his teeth, he swiftly accessed his inventory and retrieved a healing potion, gulping it down in one motion. The warm sensation of the potion spread through his body, easing some of the pain.
"I'm in a house," he muttered, glancing around the room. Sunlight streamed through a small window, casting soft shadows on the wooden walls. As he tried to assess his situation, he suddenly heard the click of a door opening. His instincts took over immediately. In a flash, his Blood Scythe materialized in his hands, his grip firm as he prepared to retaliate against any potential threat.
"You're awake!" A gentle voice called out.