Wet The Bed?!

When Lumien woke up the next morning, the first thing he did was groan loudly, cursing under his breath.

"Bloody hell, why does my whole body feel like it's been hit by a truck?"

He winced, shifting uncomfortably. "Oh... my poor waist."

"Anyway, why does it smell so awful in here?" Lumien muttered, wrinkling his nose.

Then, a wave of confusion hit him as he glanced down at himself. "Wait, why am I naked? And where the hell are my clothes?"

As his gaze shifted to the bed, his alarm grew. "What the... why is my bed soaking wet?!"

For the next few minutes, Lumien sat clutching his head, his mind racing to piece together what could have happened the night before. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember anything in particular. It was as if nothing unusual had occurred, and he'd simply slept soundly through the night.