Inster woke up suddenly, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He had just been turned into so-called "bandages" by the evil Charles and had been completely killed.
Listening to the sound of the ocean waves outside the house, he slowly came back to his senses, realizing he was only dreaming, and he was still on that ship.
The room was very peculiar, surrounded by thick yellow foam, which seemed to be specially made.
Although Inster didn't know where they were taking him, no matter the destination, it was definitely to resurrect those bandages by killing him.
"No! I can't just wait to die, I am not some damn bandage, I must break out and return to my Cold Winter Island!"
"Clang~!" The small iron gate at the door opened, and a steaming breakfast was brought in, "Lord West, please eat."
