VEL'S POV
Ever since coming to this strange world, I have felt a subtle pressure. It makes me sleepy. I don't know if it's my new body or something else, but it's there and I don't like it.
'It's been four days and some hours now, and there's still no sign of His Majesty?' I muttered to myself as I stared at the TV playing in front of me.
'Though I can stay for a long time without eating food, I need my fish!'
Not that I haven't tried, but every attempt has ended in failure. I climbed on top of the fridge, as His Majesty calls it, but these damn paws can't open the damn fridge.
'Please come back home...'
If this were a month ago, I wouldn't have believed that I'd ever leave that forsaken hole. Thinking about the number of skeletons I made and saw really makes me never want to see another one again.
At first, when I met him at the rock, I thought he was the Undead King because of that presence of death surrounding him.
