I open my eyes. I feel a lot better than before. I don’t know what time it is but I feel better. I can see properly. I can hear sounds. My breathing is a bit on the rough side but I will live.

I try to move my head but I couldn’t. Is this a plaster? A neck plaster. So I am stuck.

Because I can’t feel my body. Why? Normally the anesthetics would just put me to sleep. It would be for a short while.

If you seriously want to put me to sleep then use bigger doses. Use morphine or even more dangerous stuff.

I guarantee I won’t die. But this feels familiar. My whole body is paralyzed. I can see and listen. I try to speak and I can speak fine. So only my body is unresponsive.

Meaning, the culprit is Mr. M. He had said before that he synthesized a special anesthetic just for me. I even tested it and the results were the same.

I guess he gave some to Monga? That man had the uncanny ability of anticipation. He almost always perfectly anticipated things.

He never fails to impress. So this will p