A hard scent of blood flooded William's nostrils.
The smell was sharp enough to drag him out of unconsciousness before his thoughts had fully settled.
His eyelids fluttered open slowly, his vision blurred and heavy, until the outline of the room sharpened and settled in his mind.
He realised he was strapped to a chair.
Thick restraints locked his wrists and arms in place and felt cold against his skin, the pressure on his limbs was firm enough to restrain individuals till S rank strength.
His head tilted slightly as he took in his surroundings, noting the enclosed room, the dim lighting, and the curtains blocking all the sunlight from the windows.
[Good morning, host]
The system's voice sounded indifferent in his mind
"How much time has passed?" William asked, his voice was steady despite the position he was in.
[two hours]
His jaw tightened slightly. "What is she doing?"
[look ahead]
William raised his gaze.
