With the first rays of sun piercing through the window, Johan opened his eyes. There was a sense of tranquility that came with the dawn, a reminder of the new beginning they had embarked upon. He slid out of bed, stretching his limbs. His morning routine, he knew, was the cornerstone of his day.
He jogged around the villa, his breath steady and rhythmic. He made sure to engage every muscle, the exercise invigorating him. 'Getting rusty, Johan?' he thought, pushing through the last lap. After a quick shower, he found his way to the kitchen.
Cooking breakfast was something Johan found oddly soothing. The smell of scrambled eggs, bacon, and freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen. It was a simple meal, but it was cooked with care.
