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Dito nagsisimula ang iyong kuwento

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Cross groaned as consciousness returned. His eye sockets cracked open slowly, adjusting to the light. The ceiling above him was unfamiliar. He lay still for a moment, taking stock. A pillow cushioned his head, and soft blankets covered his bones. His hands gripped the thin fabric beneath him - a sheet. He was in a bed. "W-what...?" The last thing he remembered was passing out from exhaustion after another fight. But this wasn't the cold stone floor he expected to wake on. Someone had moved him, tended to him while he was vulnerable. Wariness crept in as Cross glanced around. Whose bed was this? Where was he? He tensed, ready to summon his weapon at the first sign of threat. But for now, all was still and silent as he rested in the unfamiliar comfort of being somewhere welcoming, if only for a little while.