C215 Farce

"… Hmm?"

With a series of faint dizziness and swelling pain still coming from his head, Saito struggled to open his heavy, sore eyes: his blurry vision was surrounded by a misty whiteness, and there was a distinct smell of disinfectant and medical alcohol floating in the air. After gradually regaining consciousness, his intuition was reminding him that he was still alive. Moreover