Golden rays of the setting sun crept through the window and fell on Hiro's face as he sat cross-legged in a meditative position with his eyes closed.
With a bed, a wardrobe, a table, and a trophy cabinet, there wasn't much furniture in the room and most of the room remained mostly vacant.
The room was dimly lit in golden hue and it was mostly quiet.
The only sound that could be heard was the sound of Hiro's breathing. Taking a final deep breath, Hiro slowly opened his eyes.
Unbothered by the light falling on his face, he gazed at the window.
He felt clearer than ever and he felt rejuvenated now that he had completed his meditation. After letting the feeling of tranquility sink in, he stood and walked to the bed.
Then he grabbed his phone and contacted Eric. The phone buzzed while he patiently awaited Eric's response.
"Hello, Hiro," Eric answered.
