The Good Upclass

Chapter 26: Illusion

If not because of the sharp glimmers of sunshine rays penetrating through the tiny holes of the roof and hitting directly on his skin, Well would not be able to realize that it was late in the morning already.

He opened his eyes, scrubbed them hardly with his fingers, as he slowly lifted himself up from the broken swivel chair where he spent the rest of the night sleeping. His legs were still noodles. He could barely even feel any sensation on his feet; he could not feel the surface of the ground, he could not feel the cold temperature of the room, he could not feel almost anything. It was only then when the room had been lightened by the sun that everything inside made a little more sense. To Well, it indeed really looked like a boutique room. A stockroom, perhaps. There was a broken refrigerator, cupboards, broken chairs of different sorts, scraps and metals and other useless materials that just did not compute as to why they ended up being there, and a lot more.

However, other tha