Something pulled Raizen out of sleep.
Not a sound. Not a touch. Just a feeling - the kind that lives in the back of your skull and whispers "someone is watching you" before your eyes are even open. The kind that doesn't go away when you try to ignore it.
Raizen opened his eyes.
The room was dark. Grey light pushed weakly through the window - not dawn yet, but close. The kind of light that existed between night and morning, where nothing had color and everything looked like a photograph left in the rain.
His clothes were still damp. The mattress beneath him was cold where the rainwater had soaked through, and his joints ached in the slow, deep way that came from sleeping in wet fabric on a hard surface. His fingers were stiff. His back felt like someone had taken a hammer to it.
He blinked, trying to focus.
