Cofused.

Sora was completely, utterly confused.

A dank, musty room.

Aged stone walls.

A thick wooden door reinforced by iron bolts.

A small opening that only allowed the faintest ambient light to trickle down from the outside.

Slightly foul tasting gruel and water that that held trace amounts of rust.

Huge rats.

Pesky cockroaches.

Where was he?

Why was he here?

What the heck was going on?!

Why was he suddenly thrown into this textbook example of a classic dungeon prison the moment he woke up?

Why did he even wake up in the first place?

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He was supposed to be dead.

The last thing he remembered was losing consciousness because of fatigue after activating a cutting edge bomb of mass destruction.

He was supposed to have been involved in the blast and reduced to nothingness.

Why then was he still intact?

And very much alive.

***

It was only after a few more days in prison and a curious series of events that Sora was able to piece together a rough understanding of what happened.

But what followed after was even more confusion.

And a great deal of trouble...