Chapter 11

Hades winced as the sunlight stroked his eyes. He can't see, he can't even open his eyes. Everything was white, the wall was white and there were no windows at all. His heartbeat raced and pounded so hard. This is not his room, he turns his head and looks for her. There was only him. He swatted his hand around and he thought he was on his bed but he was on the floor, a cold white glass that you can even see on your face. He went pale when he noticed what he was wearing, his long black coat and he was handling a gold plated knife. He touches the fabric of his coat, it was real indeed, he was wearing it. He put his fingers on his temple but something brushed his fingers. A crown. 'Where am I? And why the fuck I am wearing this, he thought then suddenly he heard footsteps coming above, he heard clacks of heels. He was now sure where he was. His vision. "The time and the day," a woman says that he can't nearly see her face, only her red heel