"Was I... sent back home?"
After rubbing his somewhat groggy eyes, Leon looked at the familiar ceiling overhead, barely determining his location... Of course, the main reason wasn't the ceiling, but the burly old man outside the window holding a big gardening shear and staring at him with ill intent.
"..."
This was the sixth floor, and he was that persistent...
Leon glanced speechlessly at the burly old man hanging outside the window, shook his slightly drowsy head, and struggled to get out of bed, trying hard to recall what had happened yesterday.
He remembered that Taurus His Excellency had sent over some brewed liquor, and he had opened them all, taking a sip from each. But as he drank, his consciousness began to blur, and he couldn't control himself, gulping bigger sips. Many bottles at the end were even drained completely...
