Logan opened his eyes. He was covered in a cold sweat. He lifted his body, turned towards the window, and was dazzled by the sunlight that entered through the windowpane.
"How long did I sleep?" He felt his heart beat rapidly. He wanted to confirm something immediately.
Logan got out of bed and opened the window door. Wind and cold air immediately forced their way in. He blinked, brushing away the snow that had stuck to his eyes.
Nothing strange seemed to have happened while he was sleeping.
Logan closed the window. He stroked his stomach, which was rumbling. "When was the last time I ate?"
The last food that entered his stomach was the grilled meat given to him by Fokil. And the fights he had fought had also left him completely starving.
Logan felt his body uncomfortable, then decided to take a shower. He immediately took off his clothes and went into the bathroom. It was snowing outside, but his regular bathing habits didn't stop him from doing it that morning.
