I woke up with a stinging pain on my side.
Miho was sitting next to my bed, her body bent forward and her head leaning on the edge of my pillow. She was snoring soundly.
I did not want to wake her up.
I gave up trying to get up. As soon as I used an ounce of strength to pull my body up I felt like the stabbed wound on my side was going to burst open.
Still laying on my back, with my head only slightly lifted up - I looked around, scanning the room trying to figure out where we were.
It seemed we were in some sort of a motel.
The room was modest, to say the least.
Old, cheap furniture. A TV that looked like it must be at least a decade old. The bed creaked as I writhed my body.
I tried to recall what happened back in the safe house.
My mind was still hazy and my memories not so clear. But one thing was certain - Shin was dead.
