For the first time in a long while, Stroph slept in a place he could call home. When he awoke, he quickly washed his face and went to breakfast, where he met Charles, who was making coffee.
"A cup of coffee?" Charles asked with a slight smile on his face.
In response, Stroph merely nodded, took food from the refrigerator and sat down at the table.
After a couple of minutes, Charles made coffee for Stroph and they started to eat, but suddenly messages came on their bracelets at the same time.
Stroph didn't want to get distracted by the notifications, but Charles couldn't help but read the message; if he had missed something important, he wouldn't have forgiven himself.
The next moment, Charles's face frowned heavily; he was clearly unhappy with what he saw.
"What`s happened?" Stroph hadn't often seen his friend with a face like that; he felt this message was no ordinary advertisement or anything like that.
