Cough, cough!
As though he had suddenly surfaced from beneath Dark Lake, Shade abruptly opened his eyes. Then, coughing from the dust, he shot upright in bed.
"Damn it, has this place not been cleaned in centuries?"
The room was almost completely dark, with only a faint glimmer of gas lamp light leaking through the crack beneath the door. The air was freezing cold, and the smell of mold and dust filled nearly every corner. This damp, chilly, decaying environment formed by years of abandonment was even more dreadful than the lighthouse on Lake Heart Island in Pantanal Lake. Shade even suspected he was sleeping in a Graveyard.
"Silver Moon."
The golden marks gradually lighting up on his body illuminated the bed beneath him, while the moonlight at his fingertips lit up the entire room. Seeing the room in its entirety, Shade's eyes widened slightly.
This was actually the Master Bedroom of Room Number One on the Second Floor at 6 Saint Derain Square, the very room where he had fallen asleep in reality. The decorations and furniture were proof enough.
It's just that, compared with the bedroom in reality, which had been renovated and refurnished, the layout of this room in the dream was exactly the same as the room Detective Sparrow had occupied before his death when Shade first arrived in this world. Even this bed was the very bed Detective Sparrow had died in.
At the moment, most of the furniture in the room was covered in white sheets, and Shade himself had sat up from beneath the white sheet covering the bed. Yet in reality, the atmosphere in this same place was entirely different.
He jumped down from the bed and brushed a hand across the white sheet, coming away with a thick coating of dust.