The bright rays of the sun kissed through the slightly opened window in Devile's room and he was forced to wake up due to the blinding light penetrating his eyes. He sighed as he turned to face the other side, avoiding the disruption of the light but then he realized that truly it was morning.
Was he really awake? Devile sprang out of the bed with his eyes widened. He didn't seem to understand the happenings around him. The first thing he did after he got up was to look around his room -- he wanted to be sure that the ground on which he stood on was really his. He stamped his feet severally on the ground to confirm his presence in the room and to his utmost surprise, he found out that the room was truly his.
