"Two plates of braised moonfish noodles coming please!"
The words drifted through the restaurant in a warped and distorted echo, as if the speaker stood at the end of a long tunnel instead of just a few meters away like he actually was.
Steam rolled through the dim room in pale waves, blurring the hanging lights of the lightbulbs overhead into trembling golden halos.
Seated in one of the chairs with a table in this restaurant, Leon looked around in a daze. 'Where am I…?'
He didn't know where he was, he didn't quite realize how he got here either.
He tried to focus but it was hard to focus. Still, he was able to make out a few details about where he was.
He already knew that this place was a restaurant; that was the only knowledge in his head. Now, on closer look, he realized that the place looked painfully ordinary.
