Elizabeth opened both eyes when she heard birds chirping outside. "Hah...!"
The first thing Elizabeth noticed upon waking was the ceiling.
It was not her ceiling. Her ceiling featured a small water stain in the northwest corner that she had intended to report to the building manager for about four months, but this ceiling had no such stain.
The ceiling was clean and strange, a little lower than her own, and it told her, as strange ceilings tell those who wake up under them, that she was not at home.
She was already aware of her situation. She had realized it before the ceiling confirmed her suspicions.
'I'm still alive, huh...? Even after that one brutal night...' Elizabeth exhaled. 'Well... I'm glad...'
