When I woke up next, I had no idea how much time had passed.

The faint, salty smell of the sea still lingered in the air, but this room was no longer the one on the yacht.

Without any interest in studying the room's furnishings, I just wanted to figure out where I was as quickly as possible. Therefore, I looked around.

Then, I noticed two men standing in a standoff at the door. Their hands crossed in combat stances, each staring at the other without yielding.

"Kent?"

I called out once I recognized one of them, I mumbled his name. I thought I was still dreaming. But when my...