The next morning.
A warm beam of sunlight slowly fell across the bedroom floor.
It also dispersed the wisp of black mist still lingering in the air.
The light seemed to pierce an invisible barrier.
Waves of urban clamor from outside the window gradually reached Rorschach's ears.
He groggily opened his eyes.
"Hiss—"
Still not fully awake, Rorschach sucked in a sharp breath.
Frowning deeply, he raised a hand.
He pressed several fingertips hard against his temples.
Trying to ease the waves of stabbing pain coming from deep inside his brain.
Not long after.
Rorschach finally became fully awake, baring his teeth in pain.
He slowly sat up and crossed his legs on the bed.
A puzzled expression appeared on Rorschach's face as he muttered to himself, "Did I catch a cold? Don't tell me even my current physique can't resist ordinary little ailments?"
With helplessness in his eyes, Rorschach leaped down from the bed.
He quickly walked over to the desk.
Reaching into a pile of clutter, he rummaged out a bottle of Painkiller that had not yet expired.
Rorschach did not even bother with water.
He tossed several Painkiller tablets directly into his mouth, dry-chewed them, and forced them down.
A few minutes later, the medicine seemed to take effect.
The stabbing pain deep inside Rorschach's brain gradually subsided.
Until it finally vanished.
"Whew—"
Rorschach slowly let out a breath as he barely recovered.
The corners of his mouth even curled into a faint smile.
He stood where he was and stretched his body.
Only after a light sheen of sweat formed on his back.
Did Rorschach turn and walk out of the bedroom.
At that moment, the steadily brightening sunlight streamed through the kitchen glass and fell upon the living room floor.
On the sofa in the