After he took care of his injuries, Lucien quickly hopped into the shower. The warm water eased his tense muscles and he finally relaxed. Once he was done, he changed into a new set of clothes and lay on his bed.
He grabbed his phone and glanced at the clock. It was four pm, still rather early but he was too tired to open the bookstore. So instead he decided to take the day off.
While laying on the bed, he raised his hand above his face and studied it with a curious expression. The mysterious force that bound him to the door was no more. It seemed like whatever energy the remnant soul had was already depleted.
Lucian clutched his fist and released a long sigh before he relaxed and stared at the ceiling.
"Is it because the remnant soul is too weak?" He mumbled in curiosity.
