Chapter 45 Ice cold shower
- ==Matteo==
- I was in an oven. Hot vent of air was squirted at me. Turning again, for the hundredth time, my eyes slipped open.
- This was no oven. This was my room, but it had somehow had become enchanted and was now attempting to roost me alive. I took my eyes to the A.C. The swishing of air met my ears. So, the stuff was working. Why then was this place blazing hot?