As the rays of dawn squeezed through the narrow opening of the window, the dark room gradually lightened. The chirping of the birds became prominent, while the streets bustled at the crack of dawn.
Arthur's eyelids gradually opened, revealing the crimson pupils and white sclera within. Letting out a sigh, he pushed his body up, folding his bedsheets before performing a few stretches to warm his muscles and prevent extensive strain on his joints.
He then threw a slipper at Randy, who stirred in his sleep, but didn't wake up.
Arthur clicked his tongue, entering the bathroom with a towel and a set of clothes in his arms. He freshened up in a matter of minutes, slipping into a white shirt, black jacket, and a pair of loose pants that allowed movement.
Strapping his scabbard to his waist, Arthur threw another slipper at Randy. The muscular man unconsciously deflected the attack before it collided with his face, to which the crimson-eyed man chuckled.
