[Eden City - Dan Street Apartment No. 013]
John woke up in his bed, the blanket slipping off his bare chest, with a girl propping herself up beside him.
He had seen her in his last memory before consciousness blacked out.
The blazing sun hung high.
The weather was rarely clear.
The silhouette of a Hovercar was reflected on the glass curtain wall.
The industrial style apartment decor was bathed in sunlight, radiating a touch of understated luxury, electronic devices running smoothly, the coffee machine ready to go, and there was even a hint of fragrance in the air.
John looked at the cooling vents in his hand, turning them over, contemplating his situation.
A deep throb still emanated from the depths of his mind.
His body was collapsing, organs failing, and his tongue was numb once more.
So why could he wake up?
Didn't Kenichi Sora say he couldn't make it?
According to John's guess.
He was either never waking up again, or the surgery was over.
