The first rays of dawn began to peek through the cracks of the window, casting a gentle glow in the room where Shinon stood. He had been deep in thought, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming fight. As he contemplated his strategies, a knock on the door interrupted his reverie.
Shinon glanced towards the source of the sound, his brow furrowing slightly. He walked over and opened the door, revealing Selena standing there, holding a neatly folded set of clothes in her hands. Her gaze met his, a mixture of determination and concern reflecting in her eyes.
"Morning, Shinon," Selena greeted, her voice calm yet tinged with a hint of urgency. "I brought you some clothes for the fight... I thought you might need a change."
Shinon nodded appreciatively, accepting the clothes from her outstretched hand. He unfolded the garments and examined them, his eyes scanning the black fabric.
