Draven woke up in a good mood, though no one could see it from his expressionless face.
He had a good sleep after having quite a thrilling and interesting adventure the previous night. Though the incident had raised many questions in his mind, he welcomed them. After so long, he had got something interesting in his boring life.
That girl was a mystery and he wished to solve her. A new goal was in front of him.
Getting out of the bed, he went to stand in front of the mirror. Looking at his chest, he shifted the neckline of his black sleeping robe to one side and found nail marks on his skin. He remembered clearly how it happened, but the most surprising thing was that they were not healed yet.
His body could heal normal wounds on its own in a matter of seconds, but these simple scratches by that little mouse didn't heal like normal. It was another puzzle he had to solve now.
