The sun was now at its highest point in the sky when Day's eyes began to open. He frowned at the smell of food in his house but thought Nyx had returned. He only thought so for a moment. If Nyx had back, the others must have been, but yet the house was silent. Not a loud voice, not a sound of footsteps, no music. Nyx loved to cook with music. It was this last detail that put the chip in his ear. The blonde kept his eyes half-closed so that he could look around discreetly, quickly finding a towering black figure beside him. Immediately he released the piece of the cloak he was holding and raised his eyes wide open.
"Hello, my son."
