"Ugh…"
Jasmine's head pounded with a vicious headache. Her eyes stayed shut against her will, as if her body was refusing to wake up.
Uncomfortable, she forced them open—only for her vision to swim. Without thinking, she turned her head.
"O-ouch!"
Her forehead smacked into something sharp. She flinched and rolled back.
Jasmine groaned, clutching her forehead as the stinging pain on the outside synced cruelly with the pounding inside her skull. At least it snapped her fully awake. Her vision sharpened.
"W-why does a simple head bump hurt this much…?"
She pushed herself up onto her feet.
The floor beneath her was flat and perfectly even, made of clean obsidian—onyx, maybe—polished enough that she could see her reflection. She was still wearing her robes.
When she caught sight of the red mark on her forehead, Jasmine whipped her head toward what she'd hit, ready to glare at it—
—and froze.
It was just a stone wall. Rough. Ordinary-looking.
