"Huff—huff—huff—"
"This is..."
Garou stared at the unfamiliar, dim stone ceiling before him.
Lying on the bed, he suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath, realizing he had just had a nightmare.
He had survived after all.
So where was this?
As soon as Garou sat up, intense pain shot through his entire body. His limbs felt heavy, his head throbbed, and he was both hungry and thirsty. In short, he was in terrible condition.
Putting everything else aside, he needed to find food and water as soon as possible and fill his stomach.
As long as he recovered his strength, these injuries and exhaustion would no longer be a problem. That was how he had always gotten by these past years.
Judging by the bandages wrapped around various parts of his body, someone had already given him some basic treatment.
The next second—
Garou saw a letter placed on the small round table beside him.
[To Garou]
[Welcome to the Monster Association. By the time you read this letter, your life should no longer be in danger.]
[However, please be aware of who saved your life.]
[Please remain calm.]
[Rest properly in this room for now. Even if you go outside, you will only become a target for the heroes.]
[You need a place to stay.]
[We have also prepared clothes for you. Please put them on.]
After reading it, Garou tore it to pieces and snorted. "Now I remember. I was fighting those two old men, and then that damn bird... What a bunch of meddlesome bastards!"
Bang!
Garou had no interest in whether this little room was a guest room or a prison cell. After getting dressed, he kicked the seemingly sturdy iron door flying open and headed down the corridor toward the direction with the