The first thing Chuuya notices is the lonesome drop of water somewhere. The second is that everything is dark and foggy, stuffed full of cotton: his head, his thoughts, his mouth, even his limbs ' trying to open his eyes feels like wading through water.

When his lids manage to flutter open, ugly green and shit-colored lights flood the room, and he clamps them shut again.

'You 're finally awake, huh? '

That seems to finally trigger some kind of survivor 's instinct in him. Chuuya 's eyes fly open at the same time as he strains against the restraining all around his body, tying him to a chair ' to no avail.

'I must say for such a powerful ability-user, you 're pretty reactive to a little gas. I was already starting to worry you wouldn 't wake up anymore when I got here this morning. ' Although the source of the voice isn 't hard to recognize, Chuuya still has to swallow around a knot in his throat when Ace comes into view behind bars.