林默眯着眼，[Listening to the sound of the floorboard creaking, he frowned slightly, trying to remember what had happened.] What the hell was going on? Last I remember, I was staring at the ceiling in my miserable apartment, trying to figure out how to pay the rent. Now I was here, in a room that felt like it was decorated with cheap particleboard and desperation.

He sat up, the sudden movement making his head spin. The bed groaned in protest, a sound as weary as his own bones. He swung his legs over the side, the floor cold against his bare feet. It took him a second to register the noise outside—the sound of carriage wheels, the rumble of traffic, the distant wail of a street vendor.

[Listening to the outside sounds, he quickly understood that he was not in his apartment. He stood up, his muscles stiff, and began to look for a door. There was a small window on the opposite wall, and through it he could see the familiar streets of the city.] So, I'm somewhere in the capital. Great, just great.