Liam's eyes fluttered open, his vision slightly blurred as a dull, throbbing pain pulsed through his head, making it difficult to focus for a moment. His entire body felt heavy, as though weighed down by an unseen force, and for a second, he couldn't quite remember how he had ended up in this position.
As he slowly sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair, the memories of what had happened before he blacked out started coming back to him—the fight, the bodies, Ann standing before him, the old man knocking on the door. He must have passed out shortly after that, his exhaustion finally catching up to him.
But as his eyes scanned the room, his brows furrowed in confusion.
Everything was clean.
