When Zein came out of the shower, the tent was already vacant. There was a trace of someone tidying it up, an old sheet heaped in the corner, and a new one already being placed—a little crooked, but still decent. New shirt laid down atop the bed, along with his neatly folded jacket.
He could see two bottles of water on top of the bedside cabinet, alongside some energy bars that espers usually used for provisions inside the dungeons.
Zein stared at everything in silence, standing still for a while before walking listlessly into the bed, chucking his old, dirty shirt and donning the new one. He slumped into the bed after, drained.
He shouldn't have moved around after emptying his mental energy like that, but he really needed to be alone and drowned in the sound of water, digging himself back out of the deep sea of darkness.
