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Chapter 17

LINCOLN WOKE up with a start.

The first thing he noticed when he opened his eyes was the white ceiling. Strange. As far as he can remember, his ceiling is painted sky blue.

As if realizing what was happening, Lincoln scrambled to get up from the bed. He pushed the thick blanket off his body and a surge of panic came to him when he found that he was only wearing his boxer. Nothing more.

An excruciating pain hit his head and he winced. Hangover. He roamed his eyes around the unknown room. “What the hell happened?” He can’t remember shit.

All white, some furniture is black. It looks normal nonetheless. From the looks of it, the person who owns this room is well-off. But who is it

A door from the side softly creaked open, revealing the person Lincoln had been just wondering about a while ago.

A man in his twenties, probably around his age, walked inside with a tray of water and a bottle of pills. Harue met Lincoln’s eyes, and his brows slightly raised. “Oh, you’re awake?”

Lincoln answere
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